This very serious girl started school when she was four and has never fully left. September means a chance to start again, a chance to keep work neat, to do it right, to find a truly compatible friend, to do well and please her parents and the teachers.
How much has changed? It's September and I start preparing for a course I have taught before and an entirely new one. I hope to set up my courses well, to create pedagogically sound curricula, to work with compatible colleagues, to teach successfully and have my students learn and grow in communication skill.
I'm excited and anxious. I have one course planned and mostly prepared, and another to plan with a team. I've met my colleagues, some former, some new, and started rich pedagogical conversations with all of them. I meet my students next week and the week after, and start the classes.
It's September and school starts again: the rhythm of my life surging forward again.
