Waxing philisophical here at my desk. Classes start tomorrow, and I’m excited. I remember my father, a biology teacher by profession, saying that he used to feel guilty because he was happy when classes were over at the end of the school year, but that he didn’t think he was really bad, because he was always excited for classes to start at the beginning of the new year.
I feel the same way. I’m always optomisitic that I have done everything to prepare for the new batch, and that I will finally land on the secret for teaching the perfect class. That’s how I feel now.