The new school year has begun and I can't even begin to express how much I love our new class. This time of year always causes my heart to be a bit conflicted. There are so many feelings rolling around that I'm always a bit confused. When students from last year come to visit I feel proud remembering how much they learned during their time with me, and that I did my best to prepare them for the world ahead. I'm always a bit nostalgic and begin to miss them terribly. I love each and every one of them, and, much like a parent it's hard to let them go on and continue growing up.
Then it happens. The new students walk through the door. We are all a bit nervous wondering how the year will begin. All of a sudden, I get that first hug - a little boy tells me how glad he is that I'm his teacher - I see the relieved smile from a parent... at it's all over. I give my heart away to a new group of young minds. Just look at those faces! I can just tell this is going to be a great year. Super duper great. Will this class be remarkable? Undoubtedly yes. Not in the same way as last year's class. They will be their own type of remarkable. I can't wait to grow with them.