There was a definite 'first day of school' feeling in the air today. I was out walking this morning at about the same time the school bus was circling the neighborhood, and the anticipation was so thick that even I felt nervous! Remember picking your outfit for the first day of school? I only remember one: sixth grade. It was a bright (BRIGHT) pink oversized t-shirt and white denim shorts. Complete with too-short bangs that I had tried to trim myself the week before, so I spent a lot of time raising my eyebrows that first month or so of middle school. Yikes.
I had a dream last night that it was my first day of going back to middle school for the second time. Yes, I had to repeat middle and high school if I wanted to get my Masters, so I was trying to explain to all my old teachers (mostly ones whom I loathed, then and now) that I needed to be squeezed into their classes. And for some reason I was trapped in the school parking lot at the end of the day, and I'd forgotten how to drive. But one of the school classrooms was entirely filled with chocolate bars, so it wasn't so bad.
Today really is Matt's first day of school, though he does have a couple of days to ease into actually teaching, what with the benefit of some assemblies and the like. He'll have to endure another 'first day' with his other teaching gig in a couple of weeks though, so that will more than make up for it. Here is my public declaration that my husband is a knock-your-socks-off teacher, and I have no doubt that he will have a successful year in both of his teaching endeavors. How could he not? He's smart, he works hard, he's had good training, and he is so darn likable (not to mention good-looking).
On an unrelated note, Truman is getting good at sharing. For example, this morning he fished the Chapstick out of the diaper bag, put in his mouth, then took it out and stuffed it into my mouth. After I spit it out, he popped it in his mouth again, then jammed it back into mine. Over and over and over again. Yes, he's getting quite good at sharing.
5 comments:
both your boys are one in a million, Brittany. As are your dreams....
How are both of them ONE in a million, Anne? :)
Cute, Truman! Kari, who says there aren't two millions? (apparently there are)
Good luck with the start of school, Matto.
Oh, thank you for bringing back the memories of all those first days of school...I had blocked most of them out but it was nice to remember.
And all the little pre-teen girls will be crushing on that cool Mr. Johnson.
I think I had that same dream last night?? But there wasn't any chocolate, and of course I couldn't remember my locker combination!!!
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