First Day of School

For the first time in two years, I do not feel the weight of the "Sunday Dread." In fact, I feel the boredom of "Sunday Funday." I am no longer a teacher. This is weird. I didn't think I would be able to say those words two years ago. In fact, two years ago, I thought I would be saying the words, "I am a teacher" for at least 5 years, but not two. Some days, I feel like a quitter. As if I quit my kids and the city I was beginning to fall in love with. I miss my students. I miss them so much. Everything I do reminds me of them. Just today, when I was sweeping the kitchen, I had to pause and laugh because all I could think about is the one time some of my students tried to skip class by breaking into my classroom and cleaning it. Yes, that's right. My students tried to skip their elective class and decided to break (the door was unlocked) into my classroom and clean the entire room. I remember walking into my room during my plan period and there they were! My 3 most ridiculous girls. One was sweeping, one was cleaning the desks, and the other was blasting Nicki Minaj from my SmartBoard. This might seem ridiculous to you (and trust me, it is), but all I could do was laugh. Most students skipping class try to hide or walk around the school, but not my kids. They cleaned my room. I love my new job. The summer transition was hectic and filled with so much craziness, but now that the summer is done and the real school year begins, I can't help but crave the hectic lifestyle once again. Maybe I'm just twisted and I love being busy and stressed out of my mind. I mean, how many people do you know spend their summers between teaching doing another hectic job (Goldman Sachs? TFA Institute? Breakthrough?)? Yeah, you thought of no one as well. I guess, what I'm trying to say is that I plan to use this blog to chronicle every new turn in my life. From new job, to new apartment (coming soon), to new dog (coming soon as well), to new hairstyle (rocking the natural-do), and new friends (coming soon as well). You are going to see it all. It will not be pretty. In fact, much of it will be ugly, but it will be new and exciting and I cannot wait for you to spend this journey with me. -N-