In another 24 hours, I will be in the midst of my fifteenth year of teaching. I'm not sure how fifteen years have come and gone so quickly, but here I am, ready to put my pantyhose back on and wade into the middle of it all.
I still get some "butterflies." In the early years, they were a product of feeling unsure of whether or not I was prepared...whether or not I really wanted to do this job...and a host of other "what if's." But at this point, the flutters are more of a signal of excitement. It will be so good to be with the kids again, learning together. I feed off of their energy and that of my colleagues. There is so much promise right now and I want to make the most of it.
If you're a regular here, then you know that my career is in transition from full-time teacher to full-time science goddess (a/k/a "curriculum specialist") for my district. This is shaping up to be my last year as a classroom teacher...at least for awhile. But this doesn't mean that I will be away from the classroom all together. If anything, I feel like I am trading my 150 students for the chance to make an impact with 6000 others (and twice that number once elementary science is my responsibility). I want to spend time with teachers and kids helping them get what they need.
But for today, I am just thinking about my kids...running through tomorrow's class in my mind...wondering how good the year will be. I know many of you are already back in the trenches. I'll join you in just a little bit.