There is a first for everything. Today was the first day of school, the first day of many to come as the leader of room 267 at Leader’s High School in Brooklyn. I met my Crew (our version of a hardcore homeroom, meant for character building, teaching of social and literacy skills) for the first time, 15 timid little 9th graders who will blossom into grown men and women in 4 short years with me. I already love them.
I also met my 80-odd Living Environment (New York’s name for Biology) students, freaking them all out as the crazy ass science teacher who eats dirt on the first day of school. It was a quick run through on observations and inferences, a common lesson done by science teachers around the world on the first day of school. Kids were buzzing about it in the hallways and to other teachers, an indication of success! The real measure of success is if they start making inferences on their own without me resorting to tricks.
First day of school outfit, taken at the end of the night. It’s 9:30 right now and I’ve yet to eat breakfast, lunch and dinner. I’m running on stress and coffee fumes. Everything but the goofy grin is meant to convey the sense that I know exactly what I’m doing at all times and that I am to be taken seriously. Until I eat dirt.