Last First Day of School

Yesterday was the last time I will be a student attending classes on the first day of school! Hard to believe! When I was little, my mom would take our picture on the first day of school with a sign that said the year and the grade we were entering into. I figured I'd finish the way I began. Grade 23--pretty ridiculous but that's what I'm technically in this year. Also, I always wear something new on the first day of class (feels good to start the new school year off in something fresh and pretty), so do you like my new dress?

On my first day of college, 1o years ago, I sat on the steps of the business building at Poly waiting for my first class (Speech 101). I was excited, nervous, and an hour early. I talked to Aunt Mer on the phone right before I went in. She gave me a pep talk and sent me into my first class feeling more excited than scared. I called Auntie yesterday on my way to my last first class, and when I told her about it, I felt like crying. Funny, isn't it? I didn't expect this to mean so much to me. I've been a student my whole life, and finishing up classes is bittersweet. I'll be teaching, of course, but there is something remarkable about a new school year as a student--so much opportunity for growth and change. Unlike many people, I've always looked forward to going back to school in the fall, sitting in different classrooms, discovering new ideas.

I just wanted to say thank you to the family for the support you've given me as I've pursued so many degrees. It has been your support, your intelligence, your love, and your belief in education that created in me a love of learning. I most certainly wouldn't be here without you.

Happy Back to School!