Taking a fresh and fragrant, I grabbed the door handle anxiety and moved into a new and exciting time of my life. The weight stacks of papers drew on my towel, my little trot down the hall from my classroom.

The corridor was not the same as I remembered it was past eight years. He was bursting with young people full of life and excitement. Now the corridor is, with its freshly painted cabinets and floors freshly polished empty. As I walked past him to the gym and the boys’ locker room, I have a new perfume. It was a nice change from the smell of sweat that usually accompanies the field.

When I turned the corner, I saw the 218th space large white figures are bold against the black oak. When I entered the room a touch of excitement increased throughout the body. I looked around the plain little room, where I spend the next nine months to inspire young minds.

My eyes were then drawn around a rectangular table and a chair across the room. I jumped on the flac-on chair to support my feet on the desk. In thirty minutes the room was full of thirty tired, angry-looking young people, so they had to get up early for the first day at school, and I would encourage them to learn.