However, I’ve already welcomed, smiled at, and hugged over half my class because I was so eager my own self that I had met them outside, in order for us all to make our third grade debut…..together.
The start of the school year is always accompanied by many familiar, and reacurring, sights, smells, and sounds, that I’ve come to love. There are the new clothes, the properly combed hair, scuffles shoes, and of course the jitters. Some kids wear their jitters better than others, but everyone has them, at least a little. I mean, how could you not?
As a society we’re asking little kids to do what most adults don’t do, or won’t do, throughout the course of the day. We ask them to:
Read, Write, Perform Math, Experiment, Memorize Facts, Eat When We Tell Them, Don’t Talk, Study, Work in Groups, Work, Work, Work…….it’s the Master teacher that can inspire her pupils to want to do all those things all the while staying happy, joyful, and full of laughter……..because they’re kids after all……….they’re kids.
So, we file in, find a place we can call our own on our gathering carpet and begin. The story I start the year with is, “Listen to the Wind.” We read, talk, share, and hopefully draw inspiration from these children who so valued learning, from a tiny village high in the Pakistan mountains, far far away, that we too can view this daily job, as a gift.
May we all enjoy the wrapping, the experience of the unwrapping, and the gift……equally!
Groovy Girls Go…….Back to School