Back-to-School sales have been going strong for weeks already. My boy went school supply shopping. My wife has already broached the subject of me buying some fresh shoes and shirts for once this year. I start teaching a new class in five weeks, and I don’t really know at all what we’ll be doing on the first day, let alone for a whole quarter. And only five weeks until we find out just how we will cope with my boy being in my class. ZOMG! So today’s summer rerun features my son and soon-to-be student. This one is from April 2009. I’ll be back at the end with a bit more. I was a teacher long before I became a parent. In fact, I balked at parenthood for a long time at least partly BECAUSE I was a teacher: “Why don’t you have kids, Mr C?” “I do. I have 150 of you every day.” Luckily, I was finally persuaded, and now I have a wonderful son. My boy is almost 10 now. In two years, he will most likely be in my class. I’m not sure how that’s going to play out. If you’re still reading this blog then,
Middle school teaching: Five shows a day, 180 days a year.
