Right where I belong

Today marked the first teaching day of the semester.

Teachers, even veteran teachers, have a few nerves the first day.

But those nerves dissipate quite quickly these days.  Especially when the first class is one you have history with.

The waterfalls of sweat flowing from my pores were not from the nerves.  They were from the non-air-conditioned room packed full of warm bodies on a hot day.  Oh to be someone who prettily “glistens” instead of profusely perspires.  I can’t wait for cool fall days to arrive.  Remind me I said that when it snows in October and is -15 degrees in December.

Despite the sweat, and the unaccustomed-to-heels sore feet, I pretty much loved every stinking (uh, not literally, I think…I did wear deodorant) moment in the classroom.  I love my job.

[Oh, and if you could remind me of that last statement when I’m grading papers from my 96 writing students this semester, I’d greatly appreciate it.]