Thoughts

I'm sitting in my classroom and my favorite song in the whole wide world just came on the radio. I have it on several CD's and multiple times on my iPod, but it's still a nice treat to hear it spontaneously on the radio. I'm trying not to wax too poetic.

I'm looking at my classroom. I'm very tired. I've worked very hard for the last three weeks, and I still have a lot of hard work ahead of me. I ran into a friend at Staples last night, and he asked about my preparations so far. I was surprised by the phrase that came out of my mouth. "I'm just anxious to meet my students." I am, but I didn't realize I was until I verbalized it. I'm looking out at their desks, that have their supplies on them, and I am very anxious to meet them. It's all becoming real.

And it's very scary.