It’s not that I don’t love my job – I truly do. But leaving the comfort of my bed far too early at the sound of the world’s most obnoxious alarm clock is not my idea of fun.

We are a little behind on posting, as this past weekend we spent living in the moment rather than writing about it. We watched a few movies, bought a couch, and dinner hopped along King Street in Old Town for fun.

But Monday morning came, and I joined 200 other teachers at school for a week of professional development and team building activities to get us all pumped up to start the year.  I never knew as a student how much went into being a teacher; I thought they lived in their classrooms and didn’t have first names. Teachers got to play on the chalkboards all day long, and then assign as much work as they wanted without ever having to DO it. Drove me crazy.

And now as a teacher, what I wouldn’t give to go back to being a student.

The simple truth is this: teachers are as excited and nervous as the kids are to go back to school. The first day still conjures our best new outfits and sharpened pencils for our fresh new planners.  Our classrooms have been transformed, and it’s the last time they’ll look that clean.

What do you remember about going back to school? What was your favorite grade? Subject? Teacher?  I find that one of the most unifying conversations are the ones built around education, as it all lives close to our heart. Even if school was the last place we’d rather be, it still effected us and shaped our experiences.

Ok, lay it on me. But you can’t say you hated 8th grade English/Language Arts, or I may cry.

Happy Tuesday!