September Morn...

September.

Ick.

The summer was fun. I played with all my friends, it was warm and nice and there were no grown ups telling me what to do. Now I have to get new clothes, supplies, wake up early, do my work and follow a whole bunch of rules and regulations. There are all these new faces- the place is new so I don’t know my way around – and I can’t believe we started in August. It’s not fair.

Yes, I’m a teacher.

By the end of June, when I know and love my kids and they know and love me, I send ‘em off, really enjoy them, let them in a little more. But September? Can’t tease ‘em yet because they have to know my ways and that I care first. Ah, who am I kidding? I tease them from day one. But I don’t know what they need individually yet- both academically and emotionally. I have to learn my way, their ways, and grow some young adults, all over again. From the top.

While that summer wind still blows in my ear, my hips don’t want to put on a skirt and my hand doesn’t want to clock in. But once I get there and see my buddies, and my kids’ little faces and the tiny evil one in preschool who once chased me with his tricycle, that’s another story.

September isn’t just the beginning of the school year- it’s the beginning of relationships.

And I know I’ll fall in love, just like I do, year after year.

But I can be just a little crabby.

Because after all, I have a whole new group of kids and parents to train – forget academics - it takes a little while before I’ve got them being as funny as I require. ☺