The first day of school begins with the last day before
A new beginning with new students wanting more
Energy, anxiety, feeling of purpose in your head
Certainly 3 am is the appropriate time for bed
Looking at plans, making sure room is right, school is tight
You only have one chance you think, before you say good night
I will mess up, what if I come off wrong, what if it is awkward and weird?
Will they like me as much as their teacher last year?
I will smile, I will hug, I have my clothes ready to go.
I think about those kids that come in smug not ready to grow
How that will hurt, how that will feel, how can I turn it around this year?
That is my job, I tell myself, already worried about how I will help.
I am confident in me, I have had so much success.
Why am I still the most important and difficult one to impress?
I wake up early, get coffee, and double check the space.
I say "hi" to colleagues, but only thinking about that face.
The face of the students, special, each and every
The time I spend this year will be a forever memory
I have that control, I have that influence, I have that power
To change ideas, show new learning, and allow them to climb great towers
I will now go to bed knowing this is paramount, this is mine
For tomorrow will be the beginning of the most important time