Yellow and Pink and Green and Blue
And there you have it.
The semester begins in a flurry, teachers running around like crazy, lesson plans constructed spur of the moment, schedule changes ringing in as quickly as the bell rings to begin class, the water pot steaming constantly and the loud slurping of teachers on that sweet, sweet traditional sugar-cream dixie cup of coffee a continual hum in the background as the phone rings, students clatter in the hallways, highlighters and white-out sticks and pens, pencils scraping in their sharpeners, feet clattering across the office floor, fingers tapping on keyboards, the rhythm of the printer spitting out sheet after sheet, hot off the press, snipping slurping ringing speaking laughing screaming eating running printing tapping talking paper people voices:
the school year begins, and I couldn’t be happier, eager eyed- first year students that gasp in surprise as I walk in the room, excited second and third year students that cheer to see me, familiar with me and I can chat away at least half an hour, happy to see them, eager and my desk is covered with paper, colored pencils sketching out the hours of the day in an attempt to code my lesson plans, sunshine leaking through the shades to spill on my desk, a headache leaking in between my eyes and I realize I forgot to drink my morning coffee in the flurry of bells and lessons and students and
I am happy, who knew teaching was so much fun!?