First Day

Most of my days are good. I would rarely say I have a bad day. Yesterday, was different. It was a great day. It was a great day for many reasons, but we will focus on me being at school.

I did not spend yesterday in my classroom with my students. Instead, I spent it visiting different classrooms throughout my new school, meeting students, teachers, and observing the ways of the school. It was very helpful and my day just flew by.

I can't even express to you how at home I felt being at a school and in a classroom. A sense of relief took over my body, knowing that today I would get back to doing what I love. The job that never seemed like a job to me.

With that sense of relief, came extreme excitement. I planned the perfect day for today. A way to get to know my new students, have them get to me, and to include the curriculum. I set my alarm extra early in anticipation of my big day this morning. I didn't even need it, because I was ready to pop out of bed at about 5:30 am.

I went through my normal morning routine, just earlier. Shea and I went for a nice run. We played in the backyard. I showered and got dressed for a successful first day. However, so enthralled with the idea of being in my classroom today, I did not take into account the 12-plus inches of snow that Shea and I trekked through this morning. I went in to kiss Jeff goodbye and he pulled out his iPad, which informed me that school was closed for the day.

Normally I am as happy as any other teacher (and student) when a snow day is announced. I enjoy rubbing it in to those who are not in a field that shuts down with bad weather, preferably college basketball coaches. But today, what was supposed to be my first day with my new kiddos, I was very disappointed to say the least. What's even worse, right now we can hear the sleet and freezing rain banging into the windows. This lovely winter storm is going to be in effect until 7 pm tomorrow night. I wonder if wearing my pjs inside out for a non-snowday will help?