Teaching is an odd profession.
It is one of those careers that is clearly marked by beginnings and ends. I start the school year with a lot of fanfare, an open house for the parents to see all the teachers, and plenty of introduction activities. At the end of a semester, I wrap up the grades, submit them all, and tuck away another half of a year.
When I come back at the start of another semester, it is with newness. Some of the students might be the same, but they are often rearranged into different sections. Old students in new classes often yield new experiences because they all interact differently with one another.
So here I am, on the cusp of something new and wondering where it will all take me. I am aware that most people don’t have this repeated encounter with a new beginning. Students do, but in many adult professions, you aren’t presented segments of time, neatly wrapped up after a definite beginning. It seems like this might be something I should savor instead of bemoan the added tiredness of getting back into the rhythm of a school day.
So what will I do with this newness?