My throat is throbbing and sore. My feet are achy. I’m basically a walking zombie. Why do I feel this way?
Monday was the first day of the school year.
This is my 24th year of teaching. And every opening day I have to brace myself for the amount of energy I’ll need to pull the day off. I only have one hour to do much work with each group of 35 students.
The first day with students sets the tone for the rest of the 179 days. My tradition is to shake each of my student’s hands as they enter the classroom, look them in their eyes and greet them with a smile and warm greeting, “Welcome to Sophomore English.”