The First Day of Class

There is nothing that I enjoy more than the first day of school.  I remember it fondly (and most-likely incorrectly).  If I look closely at my memories of elementary and high school, I remember nervousness, uncertainty, and a large does of shyness.  If I look to my undergraduate and graduate experiences, the first days of the first years of both were challenging, but I managed to work through the utter terror of the unknown.

I think about the new first years, the freshmen, who I now will come to know as I teach a class this semester.  There is so much they don’t know and will hopefully learn.  And I think that is what I “fondly remember” about the first day of class.  But they are all new and to a certain degree uncertain.  I hope they enjoy their experiences this year and the years to come.