Old Beginnings

After 17 years of being on the receiving side of education, I switched sides and got to run my own classroom for awhile.  Now I'm back to where it all started.  A jittery, overplanned teacher's pet is about to leave for her first day of school, again.  It seems pretty silly because I've taken science graduate classes (20 credits worth, actually!) but this is different.  Most of my classmates and my professor will NOT be of the science nerd variety.  I have a hard time relating to people who want to teach the Other subjects.  Instead of being fairly cool in a room full of geeks, I get to be the geek in a room full of normal people.  I think it just boils down to a basic fear of being accepted.  Growing up is still hard.  

When I was growing up, mom always made us take a "first day of school" picture.  In the spirit of first day traditions (including a nervous stomach and maybe even a few tears) here I am, ready to go.  I hope I have enough pencils and highlighters.