The bus turns the corner.
My last check to see that everything is in my car.
One picture down. It’s kind of gloomy. No sunshine for this auspicious day.
The brakes squeak as the bus pulls to a stop in the road. I hear the stop sign pop as it is extended. “Smile! Just one more picture!”
He takes three steps, turns, and looks. I snap the photo. He starts up the steps.
I’m sure it’s blurred. Tears stream down my cheeks.
This would not be the day to take a lousy picture.
I watch as he walks down the aisle and chooses a seat. Third row. Behind his friends. He looks happy but he was so quiet this morning. Only the top of his head is visible from outside the window.
The driver looks down. Closes the door and the bus lumbers down the road.
I hop in my car. Five miles and I will be at school for my son’s second “First Day of School” picture. It’s 1995. The First Day of School. No digital pictures.
As a teacher, how do your own personal “First Days” impact your attention to detail in your classroom?
What are you planning for this year? Why?
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