Last year I wrote this post.
This last week, tonight even, I am living out every hope I poured out in that post. Name tags for the desks have been made and the seating arrangement planned. The bulletin boards are covered and waiting for white paper bags that have been uniquely decorated and filled. The classroom rules have been posted. The outfit isn’t picked yet but this time around, surprisingly, it’s the least of my concerns.
If your jaw just dropped, I KNOW.
A bystander no longer, tomorrow I will stand in front of a group of kids that God has hand picked to be in my class. I will teach, I will listen, I will laugh, I will love, I will pray, I’ll probably want to pull my hair out at some point.
But I will be a teacher again. And that’s pretty much all that matters.