The First Week

I never knew teaching would be such a sweaty profession. My room doesn't have air conditioning and as I roamed about the room settling my students in and conversing with parents I hoped my sweat didn't drip onto anything awkward. Gross? I know, but also true.

My first week did move past gross and into good. Perfect? No, but I realized a long time ago that perfection will never exist in teaching and the fact that I'm still smiling at the end of the week is a good sign for the rest of the year. 

So I return to making centers and trackers and anticipating my second week of teaching.