Another school year begins... When I was young I remember being so anxious for the start of school and the prospect of wearing my new clothes and shoes and seeing my friends that it would be almost impossible to sleep the night before. What's weird is, now that I am a teacher, the same old feelings start rushing back. Not so much excited about wearing my new apparel, however, I did get some pretty cute maternity clothes, but more for the potential that the new year brings. Every year I spend the summer planning and taking classes to prepare for the coming school year. And, every year I have new ideas and material to "try out" on my new kiddos. This year is especially filled with anxiety as I am starting my new career tech program. I have been planning this program for two and a half years and can't wait to actually be teaching it. I have a healthy mixture of excitement and being absolutely scared to death. Taking on students for 3 hours everyday and trying to teach them skills that will carry them into college is a huge responsibility. For the last 8 years I have taught Geology. A subject near and dear to my heart that I know like the back of my hand. This new material is just that, NEW. I have to go back to the drawing board so to speak and I am less that thrilled about the prospect of going back to spending HOURS in front of my computer on the weekends lesson planning.
I am, however, excited for my kids to go back to school. I have enjoyed spending time with them this summer, but the time is right for them to go back. They have been nit picking each other like nobody's business and the tattle train has been full steam ahead for about the last two weeks. Its a lot of fun having so many kids, but seriously if one more person says "she hit me" or "I'm telling" I may have to run right into traffic.
The twins will be entering kindergarten this year and you can't even imagine how stoked I am to not have to pay child care this year. My daughter Bren Mae is beyond ready. She was built for school. I can already see some of the early signs and would not be surprised if she is not a teacher someday. You know the ones, loves office supplies, plays "baby school" with her dolls, has a million sheets of paper and she has to keep them all. My son on the other hand is a different case. Brodey is a typical boy, he laughs about EVERYTHING, and a surprise search of his pockets would turn up anything from rocks and leaves, which he likes to collect, to action figures. All I can hope for is that his teacher thinks he is as funny as I do. A couple of weeks ago, in Sunday school, the teachers were talking to the kids about how God made everyone special. On the way home, Brodey proclaimed, "I don't know why God made me so weird". He is my little weirdo and I love every second of it.
As I sign off I reflect on the most glorious thing about the school year.... EARLIER BED TIME!!!
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