One of my very favorite things as a teacher happened yesterday.
The beginning of the year is so exhausting and so full of practice and routines and procedures and getting to know each other and building our classroom community. It’s a lot of work; it’s a labor of love. Sometimes it’s hard to remember that the moment will happen – the moment when we feel like a community, rather than a class of a different people in the same room. The moment when I know who they are and I love them for all their little foibles and idiosyncrasies and I imagine all of the amazing things they are going to learn (and teach me!) this year.
It took more than six weeks – it was the 29th day of school. And yesterday? Yesterday, I fell in love with my class.
I sort of feel like if I wanted to, I could fly.