In high school, I was a book-wormy over-achiever, a stretch-too-thinner, student body governmenter, hang out with the Assistant Principal (Hey Mrs. Lacy, if you’re reading this), Susie High School. So because I loved high school so much, I vowed I would never go back. How lame would it be if I spent my life in high school?
Of course, in a little more than a month, I will step into a high school classroom again. I won’t be any taller than I was in high school. I won’t really look much different than I did in high school. I will still pack my lunch. I will still be a nerd.
So much for convictions.
Here’s the thing: I got a rush from doing my homework. I sat in the front row. I got along with and obeyed most of my teachers (except Mr. Svendson. We had issues). So now I am teaching English, and all the activities that I have planned sound really fun, but they might only sound fun because I am a high school loving English Geek.
So now I am launching heavy duty into my classroom planning, and yeah, I am starting to freak out a little. I want to hear from YOU. All of you. Whether you loved high school, but especially if you hated it.
|You best believe this is going on my wall.|