1st Day of School

It's that time of the year again. The first day of school. As a teacher that means watching all those wide-eyed 7th graders walking through my classroom door with a great fear of what I might do or say to them. However, all that fear dissipates as soon as I trip over the extension cord that is plugged into my over head projector. In my small trip I send pencils flying across the room and hope that none of those newly sharpened pencils will strike one of my new students in the eye. Thankfully no one is injured, including me. I was just so thankful that I didn't hit the floor, which has happened on more than one occasion. There is nothing like a teacher being a klutz to clear away the first day jitters.
I am so thankful that I have the opportunity to teach and even more thankful that I am able to teach about God's Word and who God is. I wake up each morning eager to go to work. Not many people can say that. Those new students sitting in my class this morning teach me more about life than I can teach them at times. I love the eagerness of their questions and their curiosity about life. I love that I can impact them for Christ.
I think I am ready for tomorrow. I have made a promise to myself to be sure that all extension cords are out of the way as I walk across the room. I am ready to get into the students lives and learn who they are, how they think and what it is that motivates them. Tomorrow will be day 2 and I can't wait!