I'm sure that we all have August memories of putting fears aside and returning to a school that seems somehow more foreign than the old familiar building that we left in May. Maybe your mom or dad accompanied you or maybe you pranced in gleefully, loaded down with school supplies. Whatever the specifics of the back to school memory, I know that we can all think of a time when we went to school with the specific purpose of meeting our teachers.
This afternoon, I'll be that teacher. The one who was familiar but not personal to the kids last year as they were in first grade. The one who they'll be looking to for confidence and love in a class that is new and scary.
Wish me luck!