And so it begins…

Such a dramatic sounding title. That’s how I feel the very first day of school. It’s not the first day of meetings, setting up the room, or ritualistically burning the list of things to do over the summer that never got done that marks the beginning of the year for me. Not even that first required district meeting that tolls the End of Summer bell. My year doesn’t follow the January-December model, but the August-May model. And it never officially begins until I actually step into a room full of students that first time. Then the dance begins. It’s a thrilling, whirling, frustrating, wild and maddening dance and I think I’m addicted to it. I love it. And I feel extremely lucky to get to work at something I truly enjoy. Which leads nicely into notes about my writing…

First, for those of you who comment and email – I’ll be answering this week. I’ve been traveling around all summer, more thanI even thought I would and have not been on the computer much other than to deal with necessities. Also, just FYI – your comments are put in moderation because there are still some of my ex’s groupies out there who make special trips to my blog to make accusations and threats – and I don’t care to host or post their rants here.

Second, regarding Connyn’s story – it got delayed because I had to rewrite large parts of it. I will try to post some *unedited* excerpts soon.

Hope you all have a great week and a fabulous year!