FIRST DAY OF SCHOOL

Today marked the beginning of a journey I’ve long dreamt about, my very first day of teaching practice. The anticipation, the nerves, and the quiet excitement all melted into the early morning air as I stepped into the school compound at 8:45 AM, heart brimming with hope and a dash of anxiety.

I was greeted by the Headmistress with a warm smile and kind instructions. Her calm demeanor helped settle the flurry of thoughts racing through my mind. But before I could even fully collect myself or prepare mentally, I was gently nudged into reality the first period was mine.

With barely any time to overthink or panic, I stepped into the classroom. And what a surprise it was the students were curious, bright-eyed, and wonderfully responsive. Their eagerness to learn and the joy in their eyes made my fears slowly dissolve. The lesson flowed more naturally than I had expected, and I found myself lost in the rhythm of interaction, laughter, and discovery. The school itself felt like a breath of fresh air, literally and figuratively. There was a soft breeze flowing through the corridors, carrying with it the murmur of active classrooms and the faint rustle of trees outside. 

The teachers I met were kind, supportive, and genuinely encouraging. Their warmth made me feel like I belonged, even as a beginner in their well established world.

My teaching duties didn’t end with the morning bell. Sixth period I had another class to handle and to my surprise, it was a group of students I had met before during my criticism class. As soon as I entered, they recognized me, their smiles and familiarity felt like a warm hug. It was one of those moments that reminded me why I chose this path, the connections, the trust, the little spark of recognition that lights up a student’s face.

Due to a drinking water issue, the school closed earlier than usual. But in just those few hours, the day gave me so much joy, confidence, and a renewed sense of purpose.