Tomorrow I begin my 24th year as an art teacher. I’m by all definitions and experiences considered a “Master Teacher”. I am not new to this rodeo. I know the drill and with the rare exception I will know all of my students this upcoming year. Yet, just as every year before I’m nervous, excited and a bit afraid I’ll oversleep.
I worry about the upcoming school year. Will it be a good year, like the last few? Every year, every class, has it challenges, and I can hope that I can smooth those over and create a safe environment that my students can feel they can take risks. I know I have reached many students and fostered a lasting connection with many of them. That’s evident when they come to spend their downtime in my classroom, working on their art or just hanging and talking. My heart hurts when I think of those who passed by my room who were not so fortunate.
I look forward not only seeing my students but my colleagues as well. We have a lot of fun and our staff lounge is of a place of laughter, pranks and jokers rather than a gossip chamber. I’ve made such good friends and I’m going to miss those who are retiring something fierce. If I’m being honest, I’m already a bit sad about saying goodbye.
So tomorrow I’ll wake up just a little after 5am, drink my tea and attempt to center my thoughts before I begin the routine of getting ready for my day. I’ll walk into the building with a smile and brave the new year and whatever it brings.
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