Today the students came to school. I know it's only the first day, and I'm sure there will be rough days in the year ahead, but for today, I love teaching! It was fun! Invigorating! Challenging! Lots of other things ending with exclamation points!!
I teach English 9, English 10, and English 10 General. It's my favourite age group. So far, the kids in my classes seem fun. Lots of diversity, though. Things have changed since I was in high school. (Old. So old.) In those three classes, I have an out-of-the-closet gay guy, a "gender undecided" person, two kids who speak English only at school, and of course, a stoner. I'm not being mean. He sat up part way through the class, looked at me, and said "I am so stoned." I already knew that, but I was still a bit surprised to have him tell me! I said "Yes, I know. I've had to wake you up 4 times. Do NOT come to my class like this again."
I'm sure there are plenty of other interesting characters, but today I was just trying to put faces with names, and sort out the muddle of lockers, student handbooks, and confusing bell schedules.
It was fun. But now, I'm totally wiped out, and I need to go crash on the couch. One day done, 80-something to go.