Wednesday, August 23, 2017
Well, hello new year!
For me, the new year starts with the fall semester. It has been that way for nearly all of my life, save for a few years before I started school and a handful in adulthood. It's blissful, really, to have the change of the season mean a new reality.
As a kid, it was the adventure of a new teacher and a new room. What would she be like? Would we get our own cubbies? Who would be in my class?
It's not that different as a teacher; just different questions: who will take my class? Will I have a good classroom? Who will pop in with a question as I tidy up my office?
Rhythm is a good thing. Sometimes it is solid notes on the beat, and other times it is triplets, but I love that part of this world we get to live in.