My reaction to the first days of school is basically exclamation points and italics. Of the good variety. I am deliriously excited about all things school and I think my excitement is grounded in logical reasons and is not an inexplicable reaction to no sleep and birth control.
To begin, my students are so great I suspect there was some sort of foul play during registration but have decided not to ask questions. I am just going to scoop up my lovely students and carry on. Thus far there has been a positively delightful vibe in every. single. class. People of the world, this is a miracle of the highest order! We've laughed, read, written, discussed. It's been dreamy. And I know, I know...there's still time for them to turn on me. But I'm just going to let my inner optimist have this one.
And, as if having an all-star roster of students wasn't enough, I moved into a brand new classroom that is everything I could have hoped for. It's functional, airy, literally feet away from a bathroom and drinking fountain, and has massive windows. I have the corner room and when I saw the bathroom's proximity an illogical part of my thought, the admin know. About my obnoxious peeing habit. And then I remembered that they're probably too busy to track the teachers' collective bathroom habits and chalked the location up to good fortune.
This is the part where I realize my luck is getting a bit out of hand. Because there's more. Last year some of my students and I tossed around the idea of starting a creative writing club. That dream stuck with me throughout the summer and I found myself crafting make believe logos and writing prompts, all whilst not being sure whether their interest was legitimate. But, lo and behold, a herd of my fabulous former students swarmed my classroom during lunch on the first day of school, making sure I was still on board. Um. On board with my dream job getting even better? Check. Anyway, as it turns out, there's a lot of red tape involved in starting a club. So, I gathered the paperwork and we had an impromptu meeting today. Once everyone was settled, I sifted through the forms, mentioning the various things required. There was a slight pause and a few girls exchanged glances. "So...we kind of figured this all out last night. We got together because we were too excited to wait." Without prodding, they had crafted a name, a logo, possible meeting times and activities; they'd talked to someone about making shirts.
And that's when I realized my secret teacher talent: sitting back and letting awesome students do awesome things. I literally had to contribute next to nothing, and yet the meeting was beyond productive.
Did I mention that one of my best friends from high school (currently living in Iowa) made a surprise visit during this already phenomenal meeting? Because that also happened. And she came bearing peanut butter M&Ms. I mean, today was weirdly good.
Furthermore, I have six TAs, which is sort of magical (for me, at least. They're busy realizing being a TA is less glamour, more grunt work). And, off-topic except for the common theme of awesomeness, there's talk of a faculty powderpuff league. And, less off-topic, I'm still coaching basketball.
All this is to say, I almost crashed driving home today because I was busy smiling to myself like a goof and choreographing (in my head) a flash mob dance the basketball team could do to We Are Done, which makes zero sense but makes me happy for some reason.
So I think it's safe to say that things are good.