Saturday, April 4, 2009

The first day of class

There’s just something exciting about the first day of a class, shortly before it begins.

There’s something so very right about writing my name and the class title on the board before the students get there, as if that simple action links me to my teaching ancestors, those related to me by blood as well as all the other teachers over the generations and around the world who have done the same thing. We have a bond that is far thicker than red ink and as impossible to erase from our souls as our memories of the smile on the face of a student who has suddenly grasped a new concept.