I didn't think I was ready.
But THEN, I pushed the furniture around in a new way.
And I replaced a burnt out light bulb.
And I opened the blinds.
And I wrote "Welcome Back to School" on the white board.
And it started to feel good.
I was reminded just now of a poem I used to have by Elspeth Campbell Murphy. She talked about the sound of the chalk writing on the chalkboard waking up her classroom after the long summer.
It felt like that today.
Because I didn't think I was ready, but then I started seeing the books and the stickers, and the new crayons (I replace their crayons mid-year), and the curriculum that has sat waiting for several weeks.....
....and I remembered how much I love teaching.
I'm still not actually ready, but suddenly I feel pretty good about starting back.