I went to the school today and thinking that the meetings would all start at 8:30 because that’s the time school will start. I arrived at 8:30 to find a parking lot full of vehicles and a meeting already 30 minutes into progress.
What a fabulous way to make an entrance to a new faculty and principal. I could not have planned a better introduction.
As the meeting progressed, I was feeling a tad overwhelmed. The schedule was not what I anticipated and I would need to rearrange times for a lot of my teaching…ah well, such is life.
At a break, the computer lab teacher pulled me aside and introduced herself as “Joey’s Mom.” “Joey” I’ll choose to call this student, is in my class this year.
“He’s here right now…do you want to meet him?”
I admitted that I would, as they were on a camping trip when I made home visits last week. We walked to the computer lab and Joey met me at the door.
“Hello, Joey. I’m Mr. Z. I’m going to be your fifth grade teacher.”
He shook my hand. “I know. I’m excited.”
“That’s great. We’re going to have a fun, challenging year.”
Joey looked at me, cocked his head to one side, and asked, “Are you a tough teacher?”
I looked back. “Why do you ask?”
“Well, my teacher last year was…well…” he rotated his hand in a flip-flop motion. “He just wasn’t.”
“My old students would probably agree that I’m a pretty strict teacher.” I paused. “Does that worry you?”
Joey shook his head, smiled, and rubbed his hands together. “I can’t wait!”
So tell me…should I be worried?