"Back to school back to school to prove to dad that I'm not a fool"

*Disclaimer: I am well aware that hebdomadal means "weekly" and I haven't posted since June aka not weekly. It's summer. I've been busy.*

My first back to school dream occurred last night. It is here! The new year is upon us!

I've been going through kindergarten withdrawal the past few weeks. As the aisles have filled with markers, glue sticks, crayons, and hand sanitizer my heart has filled with nostalgia. The excitement and nervousness of the first day will be different. I won't have 20 bright eyed-some with tears- 4 and 5 year olds ogling at their new school and "giant" teacher. (*Sidenote-one of the upcoming kindergarteners actually referred to me as "the giant" over the last two years. I can't wait to hear about the first day for her and other soon to be K kids I know.) I'm not sure what the main point of my first day will be. For the past four it has been getting students into the classroom, making sure they eat at some point, and getting them on the right bus or in the right car to go home in one piece, at least halfway happy at the end of the day.

I will miss my K team-a group of very dedicated teachers and even better friends.

They are going to need someone to pick up the comedy and the blackhole (I admittedly have organizational problems) in my room that I took with me, but I'm sure one or two can step up to the plate. They are all good sharers which is a very important kindergarten trait.

 I will miss popping across the hall to ask Kristen questions or chat even though I ended up scaring her 93% of the time because she would so engrossed preparing for her students that she wouldn't notice me coming into the room. But, as busy as she was she always entertained my conversations and for that I am thankful.

I will also miss my hundreds of lunchtime conversations with a little friend named Ann. We started at Clymore together and my next-door neighbor, planning partner, salt to my pepper teacher has been through it all with me. I'll have to find some way to mess with her through email or some other form of technology and she will have to find someone else to reach things for her when someone *probably me* put them too high on a shelf.

The one thing I will NOT miss is memorizing 20 lunch numbers and bus numbers. I tried to come up with some other things, but I just can't at this time, so I'll stop trying and know that with the mixed feelings of the unknown great things can and will come. Go forth little K stars and shine this year, you have some of the best teachers on this planet. And, to my favorite 1st, 2nd, 3rd, and 4th graders on the planet, I love you too.