The First Day of Class
The first day of school is always a little nerve-wracking. It’s a very basic fear of the unknown mixed with the desire to do well. From the first day of kindergarten to first day of college, it’s always felt the same for me. The first day of teaching is a whole different kind of nervous.
Today was my first day of teaching this semester. It’s my third semester teaching at Columbia. Even more, it’s my second teaching Writing and Rhetoric II. I only had to update my syllabus to apply what I learned the first time I taught the course. And yet, last night, I found it difficult to fall asleep because I was nervous! What would my students be like? Was I ready? Will my students engage with the readings I have prepared?
The first day of class came, and my worries were allayed. The students were kind and receptive. They started off shy and opened up slowly as the class went on. They kindly laughed at a few of my syllabus jokes. (Syllabus jokes are probably the funniest jokes…) Already, I feel as though I can get a feel for how the semester will go. This class seems shyer than previous ones. Every class is different, and I’ve found that so far, the beauty of teaching is that you’re always learning! It sounds cheesy, but it’s true.
As I perused Facebook, I read a bunch of statuses from classmates who are starting their semesters of teaching, so I thought I would include a few of our experiences: