I arrive way too early at school. With my super cool trolley, I walk through the empty halls, trying desperately to find my way. I greet people whose names I have heard before but have gone missing somewhere in the black void that is my mind. I bravely walk into the staff room, where barely anybody is sitting.
“Excellent,” I think to myself, as the socially awkward person in me isn’t ready to deal with any encouraging chit chat. I immediately walk over to my classroom and I write down everything that I have to write down on the whiteboard. I pretend to be semi-busy with checking emails and such, when my teamleader walks in. “Good luck, if you need to know anything, you know where to find me.” I thank him and he leaves.
I figure out how to log in to my email and then the kids arrive already. “Can we come in yet, miss?” they ask me. “Are you really that excited?” I ask. Some nod. Others joke that they are not excited at all.
The kids enter the classroom and sit down. My nerves have disappeared now. This is the moment. Those kids are more scared of you then you are of them. I ask for attention. The class is quiet right away. 26 pairs of first-years are staring at me in anticipation.
“Welcome to your first lesson at this school. It is English too which is the best class ever. I am your teacher and I will be teaching you all kinds of wonderful things about English.” I say.
I joke around and make the serious stuff such as rules entertaining but I stress the importance. The kids are really to work. I only have to ask for silence a couple of times when other kids are talking. The class is over before I know it.
“Goodbye,” I say and the kids reply.
The next class is waiting already. “Welcome,” I say. And the whole thing starts again.
First days are difficult but I am pleased with how this one went. Tomorrow I will get new classes which will be a little more challenging. Wish me luck.