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‘Twas the night before the first day, when all through my place,
Not a moment was idle—there was no breathing space.
The pencils were sharpened, the lesson plans done,
But my mind kept on racing—had I prepped enough fun?

The name tags were nestled all snug on each desk,
While visions of icebreakers danced, picturesque.
And I in my sweats with my coffee in hand,
Kept whispering, “You’ve got this. Stick to the plan.”

When out in my brain there arose such a clatter,
Self-doubt came knocking, as though it might matter.
“Will they like me? Will they learn? Will they laugh or be shy?”
All the questions swirled round with no clear reply.

The moon through the blinds cast a soft, steady glow,
On my tote bag packed tight—just in case I might know
What surprises await in the day soon to start,
Where teaching meets nerves and the pull of the heart.

Then, what to my wondering soul should appear,
But the quiet reminder that’s been with me all year:
This isn’t about perfect. It’s about care.
It’s about showing each student, “I’m here, and I’m there.”

For in each small mistake, in each laugh, in each try,
Lives the heart of a teacher who’s learning to fly.
So I’ll walk in tomorrow with my coffee held high,
And greet every student with a bright, “Hi, oh hi!”

I’ll trust that the lessons will fall into place,
That we’ll build something special in our little space.
And as I finally turn off my bedside light,
I whisper, “Happy first day to all, and to all a good night.”

Wish me luck,

Jared ❤