This happens every year. In fact I think I write about it every year, and I may even choose the same words. I’m not looking back, because I really don’t care if I repeat myself. It bears repeating. School is starting tomorrow and I’m a bundle of nerves.
I know it’s going to go well.
I know the children are going to be terrific.
I know I’m planned and have my materials ready.
But what if…
What if everything that’s planned falls flat? What if the children won’t listen to me? What if they’re mean to each other? What if I forget how to teach? What if there’s a big storm tomorrow morning and it’s chaos? What if I mess up the schedule? What if I can’t remember any of their names? What if, what if, what if…
O.K. Big breath. Now that I’ve spewed out all of those highly unlikely scenarios (well, except for maybe mixing up the schedule a little and forgetting a name here or there) I actually feel better.
I won’t forget how to teach.
The children will be excited to be back in school and in the fourth grade for the first time.
They will be pleasant and work hard.
We’ll have a fun and productive day getting to know each other and learning how to be fourth graders.
It’s going to be a great year, I just know it. Still, I won’t sleep tonight, but that’s to be expected too.