I’m a 4th grade teacher once again.
I won’t lie, it feels a little strange.
I’m used to kids who know my routines and expectations.
After all, I had my last group for two years.
Starting over is weird. It feels unfamiliar.
But at the same time, it feels so refreshing.
My last bunch was a little tricky to handle at most points.
They were chatty, and needed a very firm hand.
It was like I was their only mother.
Irresponsible, dishonest, and even rude at times,
But they were lovable.
All they needed was someone to say, “No,” and mean it.
And a person who would make a promise, and actually keep it.
I’m pretty sure that group will always tug at my heart
a little more than any other class I’ll ever have.