Tomorrow, Fall Semester 2012 officially begins. It’s crazy. I can’t believe it. I’m in denial.
I’m even more anxious because this is my last year here at this school, in this program, in this state. I can feel the year slipping through my fingers already. If last year is any indication, this year will be over before I even blink, before I even realize.
I was chatting with a friend today about the stress of moving and realized that I’ll be moving again all too soon. Hopefully this change will come with wonderful blessings. Hopefully I’ll get into that PhD program I so desperately want to attend.
Hopefully I’ll be able to appreciate this year on its own merits and won’t spend the whole thing planning for the next step.
Hopefully my students will behave tomorrow, and hopefully I’ll be able to help them develop as young writers and scholars.
It’s kind of an interesting phenomenon being a student and a teacher at the same time. Sure I’ve done it before, but with younger kids, high school and middle school kids. Somehow this situation feels different. I feel prepared and excited, but also a little anxious I suppose.
Maybe it’s just because the first day of classes falls on my birthday this year. That hasn’t happened since I turned twelve.