Today was my first day as a teacher. I think it will be a while before I can call myself "teacher" without feeling like some sort of imposter. The most common thought running through my mind is "Seriously, parents are trusting me to teach their children Spanish?"
When my daughter was born, I thought I would never have a "first day of school". I am Lucia's first and best teacher, and I was content with that. I never imagined I would teach Spanish, or teach elementary school, but here I am.
Today went really well. There were a few squirrely students and a technology mishap, but nothing out of the ordinary. I'm starting to think, "Hey, I can do this! I can manage a class! I can plan lessons! I can TEACH!"
I have blisters all over my feet. My calves are on fire. I am exhausted and ready for bed before nine. My heart aches from missing my baby girl all day. But I made it through my first day of school. And on Friday, I'll make it through my second day. One day at a time.