And it begins again....

School, that is. Our first week is over and I'm worn out! I don't know what that says about my stamina since the kids were only there three days. I think the stress of worrying over how that first day will go, what kind of class we'll have and wondering how on earth we will ever get these kids to where they need to be by May takes a toll during that first week. I'm looking forward to next week when I feel like we'll get into our real routine.

Overall, this was one of my better first days....I think having Drew has made me a little more understanding of kids in general. That doesn't mean I'm gonna go soft, so don't worry about that one. It's just not in my genetic makeup to be a "blue". :)

I think I'm going to have some very interesting stories this year. I have several students who will keep me on my toes and always have something clever to say. I am going to try and keep them documented....especially since I always tell myself I'll write it down, then forget later. Here's a snippet of what may be to come....

1.) On the first day, Student J (as he will be referred to for blogging anonymity) comes to the door, stops and looks at me exclaiming, "That locker is awesome!" Who would have thought the most inspiring thing about my first day would be the excitement an 8 year old has over a midget locker?

2.) Day 2 - Student doesn't know how to spell a word and asks me to do it for him. My response was no, come and get a dictionary to look it up so you'll remember the next time. After searching for the word for 10 minutes, he finds it and writes it down on his "What I Did This Summer" paper. As he goes to return the dictionary, he whispers, "Thanks for letting me use the dictionary Mrs. Rosencrans, it was FABulous."

3.) Day 3 - I wore a dress today. Yes, me. I. Wore. A. Dress. So, Student J breezes into the room with his usual sweet smile and states, "Lookin' good, Mrs. Rosencrans." He doesn't stop, doesn't even slow his step....he just keeps truckin' to his desk and gets started on his morning work.

I forget sometimes the importance a kind word has....how lucky am I to know such a sweet kid, that he always has something nice to say. Even something like telling me a dictionary was fabulous made my day. I hope to have many more anecdotes from Student J throughout the year....he's almost as good as my medication.