My first day of school is tomorrow and there is so much that is starting to sink in for me.
This is pretty exciting. In less than twelve hours I will be standing in the doorway to my classroom greeting students for the first of 180+ times this year. The journey that is getting to know 50+ fifth graders will begin promptly at 7:40am. I am wildly excited and nervous mixed into one.
It was incredible seeing my classroom come together day after day last week. It certainly added a bit of perspective to every classroom I ever entered form Kindergarten to 12th grade. Every desk had to be in just the right place. Posters had to be hung at the perfect height. Decorations had to be the right blend of fun, education, me, and my students (how I did that without knowing them is still a mystery). Getting a classroom ready is tiring, but absolutely essential as in some ways it is the second home for my students and I.
My first week of lesson plans came together quite smoothly. Procedures. Procedures. Procedures. I hope that I have thought of everything to make my class run efficiently. I have entrances, exits, homework pick up and turn in, warm-ups, exit tickets, supplies, jobs, word walls, restroom, and nurse procedures all worked out and ready to be taught. If there is anything that all my mentors have taught, it is that students will quickly make up rules and procedures should I neglect to do so. So I have planned for as much as I could think of. I know I didn't catch everything, but I am confident things will still go well.
This is an amazing feeling. I am thrilled to get started tomorrow and I can't wait to share how my first few days go. Even with all of this excitement, there was also something that hit me pretty heavily last week as I finalized my room set up. I won't get to call my grandma and tell her how my first day went. That reality hit me and I had to sit down for a bit. It has been two years and there are still so many times where I want to call or text her to check in. It hit me pretty hard but I know that she would be proud of me. So I keep striving to do my best. I do my best for her, and my mom, and my siblings, and my nephew, and my aunt and uncle, and my cousins, and all the people who ever believed in me and told me I would be great. I will continue to learn and grow and make you all proud.
In the meantime, it's getting late and I have a big day ahead of me tomorrow. I'll be sure to share how these first few days go!
This is pretty exciting. In less than twelve hours I will be standing in the doorway to my classroom greeting students for the first of 180+ times this year. The journey that is getting to know 50+ fifth graders will begin promptly at 7:40am. I am wildly excited and nervous mixed into one.
It was incredible seeing my classroom come together day after day last week. It certainly added a bit of perspective to every classroom I ever entered form Kindergarten to 12th grade. Every desk had to be in just the right place. Posters had to be hung at the perfect height. Decorations had to be the right blend of fun, education, me, and my students (how I did that without knowing them is still a mystery). Getting a classroom ready is tiring, but absolutely essential as in some ways it is the second home for my students and I.
My first week of lesson plans came together quite smoothly. Procedures. Procedures. Procedures. I hope that I have thought of everything to make my class run efficiently. I have entrances, exits, homework pick up and turn in, warm-ups, exit tickets, supplies, jobs, word walls, restroom, and nurse procedures all worked out and ready to be taught. If there is anything that all my mentors have taught, it is that students will quickly make up rules and procedures should I neglect to do so. So I have planned for as much as I could think of. I know I didn't catch everything, but I am confident things will still go well.
This is an amazing feeling. I am thrilled to get started tomorrow and I can't wait to share how my first few days go. Even with all of this excitement, there was also something that hit me pretty heavily last week as I finalized my room set up. I won't get to call my grandma and tell her how my first day went. That reality hit me and I had to sit down for a bit. It has been two years and there are still so many times where I want to call or text her to check in. It hit me pretty hard but I know that she would be proud of me. So I keep striving to do my best. I do my best for her, and my mom, and my siblings, and my nephew, and my aunt and uncle, and my cousins, and all the people who ever believed in me and told me I would be great. I will continue to learn and grow and make you all proud.
In the meantime, it's getting late and I have a big day ahead of me tomorrow. I'll be sure to share how these first few days go!
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