Though fall officially began a couple of days ago, today, the first day back to Whatcom, felt like the real beginning of this autumnal season. The hustle and bustle of any school hall in the first week of classes is surely what most, perhaps jarringly, marks autumn's beginning. One week, I'm walking at a leisurely pace through deserted corridors, the next week, my walk is brisk and business-like, and I'm making my way past and through other brisk walkers and through echoing sound and conversation.
I suppose I like this sudden change, it's more exciting than jarring -- there's something rather amazing about this convergance of so many people at one place at one time. There's something amazing about the fact that we are all here for the united purpose of education, either to learn or to teach or to administrate that learning and teaching. So many of us, so many different kinds of us, and we are here together, in this one place -- we come here for ourselves, for our own purposes, but we find ourselves intersecting with the lives and purposes of others and, and I know we will be changed by those intersections, those meetings.
I wonder, at the start of this year, whom will I meet? Whom will I be changed by? Whom will I perhaps affect in some way or another? Already, I am intrigued by the students in my class -- I'm looking forward to knowing them better, to hearing their voices, seeing the paths on which their thoughts take them. And I wonder, what will they teach me?
This fall day.
This school day.
Now, we begin.
I suppose I like this sudden change, it's more exciting than jarring -- there's something rather amazing about this convergance of so many people at one place at one time. There's something amazing about the fact that we are all here for the united purpose of education, either to learn or to teach or to administrate that learning and teaching. So many of us, so many different kinds of us, and we are here together, in this one place -- we come here for ourselves, for our own purposes, but we find ourselves intersecting with the lives and purposes of others and, and I know we will be changed by those intersections, those meetings.
I wonder, at the start of this year, whom will I meet? Whom will I be changed by? Whom will I perhaps affect in some way or another? Already, I am intrigued by the students in my class -- I'm looking forward to knowing them better, to hearing their voices, seeing the paths on which their thoughts take them. And I wonder, what will they teach me?
This fall day.
This school day.
Now, we begin.
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