I don't really know what I'm doing; I have no idea what I'm wearing; I'm not even sure what time I'm supposed to be there in the morning. I'm flying by the seat of my pants, and that's a way I've never flown before, believe me. I would much prefer coach, where I can make my own rules, decisions, and beverage choices, but God gave me this boarding pass, and I think He's pretty particular about sticking to the seat to which you were assigned.
I am really, really nervous and excited and scared and intimidated and freaking out all at once, and I know that tomorrow morning I'm going to enter a different world that will consume my life for the next ten months. I feel the winds of change blowing in, and I feel like this year is going to be big. In a lot of ways. In a lot of great ways.
As said best by the Black Eyed Peas... let's get it started!
'Cause, let's be honest, I'm as ready as I'll ever be.
I found this little blurb in a random magazine today and thought it was sort of appropriate for the attitude I'm trying to adopt for the year. A sort of This Is The Time lifestyle. Here goes:
"Hey, it's ok!
... to laugh so loudly that everybody stares.
... to spend a whole happy hour making up names for that band you all are totally going to start one day.
... if the erotic appeal of toe-sucking utterly baffles you.
... to not have the kind of dad who plays golf, wears ties and serves as your personal ATM. (Hear that, greeting card people?)
... if you have a 'type.' The heart wants what it wants. Also, the loins. They want what they want, too.
... to tell him you'll need more than a drawer at his place. Please: counter space in the bathroom, room in the closet and a spot for your soy milk. Let's be real.
... to have a couple of holdover phrases from high school that you just can't get rid of. Sweet!"
Some of those do not apply to me at all, and if you know me at all you will quickly see which ones I could leave off. You get the drift, though... it's okay to be who you are. I know that may sound elementary to some, but, on this night before I begin a year of working with hundreds of students from kindergarten to twelfth grade (who could say or do God only knows what at any moment, mind you), it was a point of which I was glad to be reminded. It's okay to be who I am... today, tomorrow, and the day after that.
Wish me luck tomorrow, friends. Let's just hope I don't immediately get off on the wrong foot by saying something wholly uncool or walking out of the bathroom with t.p. trailing from my shoe or spilling chocolate milk on my white jeans (a la Never Been Kissed, of course).
True life: I'm twenty-five years old, and the first day of school still terrifies me.
