
Lots of us became teachers because we loved school.
On Long Island we went back the day after Labor Day, in new fall clothes that were too warm for Indian summer, but of course we had to wear them because they were new. We had reinforcements pasted onto our notebook pages and sharpened yellow Number Two pencils. We could hardly sleep the night before.
Would our friends be in the same classes with us?
Would we like our teachers?
Do we have to wear a gym uniform?
As educators ourselves, the beginning of school has an equivalent excitement. But as we stare at our planning books and curriculum outlines, our thoughts are deeper and more reflective. read more »