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10 July 2011

10:00pm
Head upon my pillow, eyes close
I need to remember…
10:13pm
Bolt up out of bed
Print off the next day’s schedule
Send out a quick e-mail
10:27pm
Head upon my pillow, eyes close
Did I set the alarm?
Quick check of the phone.
10:35pm
Head upon my pillow, eyes close.
Mind racing with anticipation
What does my classroom look like?
Where is the school?
I hope I will get there on time
Midnight
Head upon my pillow, eyes close
“Tony, I can’t sleep.”
2:00am
Head upon my pillow, eyes close
Tossing and turning
Between stolen moments of sleep

11 July 2011
5:00am
The alarm clock rings
I jump out of bed
Workout
Shower
On my way

An abundance of positive energy envelopes me
As soon as I walk through the door
So many others new this year
Introductions and greetings
Welcoming me into the fold
My new team…..
A first-year teacher
A veteran teacher from South Africa
A dairy farmer
A park ranger
Loving the instant camaraderie between us

My classroom….
Desks piled on each other
A kitchen
Bookshelves
Scattered works of fiction
Possibilities abound
Natural light pours in through the windows
Loving the sunshine on my face as I sit at my desk

My EC partner teacher….
Stopping by for an impromptu meeting
Full of energy, excitement, and enthusiasm
Ready to teach outside the box
Reinforcing the teacher in me,
“I have been waiting for you the last 8 years!”
Ideas come fast and furious
“This school will support us in what we do.”
Knowing we will play well off each other
Loving the way we click

Throughout the day
More people stopping by
Asking for my input
Saying hello
Offering assistance
Welcoming me.

Loving the way good things are already happening!

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