Sunday, September 6, 2009


I'm standing in front of my classroom door on the second floor, facing the staircase that hundreds of young teenage kids climb up. I take a deep breath, smile, and the bus drivers open their doors at 8:00. I hear the clamor, the exclamations, the footsteps, and the sneaker squeaks on the polished floor before I can see them, and then I do see them.

Shining faces, smiles, bright eyes, braces, glasses, tans, t-shirts, jeans, sneakers, dresses, backpacks, totes, buzz cuts, shaggy curls, pressed straight, brown, blonde, black, purple, orange, red, yellow, pink, white, grey.

That's my moment. The first moment of the school year happens this Wednesday.