Currently, I am sitting on the couch in my living room with a nice cup of decaf coffee (I really like the taste of coffee, okay?), listening to Miles Davis, and just pouring my heart into my CLASS LIST.
That’s right folks, after a long week (…three days) of waiting, I finally have it: my class list. However, this is no ordinary list. This is the list of students who I will never forget. These children are my babies.
It’s my first class.
I keep looking over my list and practicing the pronunciation all 21 names. I want everything to be absolutely wonderful for their first day in third grade, and what better way to start that than by calling their names correctly?
Seriously, I can’t stop looking at it — I want to put their names on EVERYTHING in my room! Earlier I looked at it and almost cried I was so happy (yes, I’m a happy crier, but if you’re reading this, you probably already know that). Whenever I read one of the names on the list, I just kind of let it simmer in my mind for a little bit and I can’t help but think, I’m going to remember this kid for forever.
Incredible, right? I can only hope to leave the same impression!
Upon receiving my list, my motivation kicked into seriously high gear — we’re talking the highest gear possible, people. Instantly I knew I had to get everything as perfect as I could for my kids and their parents for Open House tomorrow night. I organized all of my stuff over again, hung my UNC jerseys on my door, and crossed off everything on my to-do list for the evening.
Everything was already becoming very real to me, but this list made it a hundred times more real than I could have ever imagined. Someone said something to me today about the reality of it all and how it seemed very evident that the acquisition of my class list made this even more tangible for me.
Well, of course it made it more tangible — my classroom is nothing without my kids.
There’s no point to any of my bulletin board making or library book organizing or math manipulative manipulating if I’m not doing it to benefit the students who will occupy my classroom in five days (which is countable by one hand…OH MY GOSH). This list carries the weight of gold in my eyes.
I don’t know if the administration and the rest of the office team at Parkwood understands how much this seemingly average piece of paper means to me. I am overflowing with sheer joy that I’m afraid to exercise because I don’t think I need the extra endorphins.