For most of the day I was caught simultaneously between thoughts of:
Wow, I can’t believe we’re already in week 4
and
OMG, I can’t believe it’s ONLY week 4
I wrote that on the Friday of Open House week two years ago. I generally feel this way every year at the end of Open House week (which was last week). 1
Usually, that is the longest week of the year, bar none.
But for some reason, this week totally kicked last week’s butt. And that scares me a little. 2 3
But while this week has been crazy long, it has been a good one.4
This is about the time of year when I feel like the students start to break out of their slightly nervous, semi-tentative, “not-sure-how-you-want-me-to-behave-in-here” shells, and begin to open up and start to feel comfortable with you as a teacher.
There was a moment during the week that, after finishing up for the day, I took a deep breath, and thought to myself, “Things are really starting to go well.” 5
Still though… this week needs to come to an end — quickly.
- Maybe it has more to do with it being the fourth week. Maybe it has nothing to do with Open House. But I’m pretty sure it does. [↩]
- I’m not sure that next is going to be better. And that scares me as well. [↩]
- Hence the title of this blog post, which is the title of a Rascal Flatts song that I like a lot. But it’s a depressing song, so don’t listen to it unless you’ve braced yourself for a depressing country song. [↩]
- Truth be told, every week has been a good one. And I’m thankful for that. [↩]
- There have actually been a number of days thus far where I have thought to myself, “This was a good day. This is why I do what I do.” These first 4 weeks have certainly been special. [↩]