Yesterday was my first day of school with my colleagues. Starting the year off with meetings. There were many new faces, including new staff members, teachers, and student teachers. As they were introduced, one name sounded familiar.
I leaned forward to get a better look at this student teacher. There was a familiarity in the face. But I just wasn't sure.
The meeting moved forward and I continued to think about this name and face. I did the numbers in my head.
That's it! That has to be it. I thought and leaned over to a colleague and whispered my realization. Or at least what I thought.
Later, I returned to my room. I have a photograph in my classroom of my very first class that I taught at another school in our district. I pulled it close to get a better look.
I confidently walked down the hall holding this framed picture.
As I walked into this third grade classroom, I was met with two smiles.
"I have something to show you," I said to this visiting student teacher.
"No. No. No. It is you! I knew it was you!"
"Do you recognize this girl?" I asked pointing to her second grade self. "I was your second grade teacher!"
"Amanda and I wondered what happened to you! We wanted to find you after you left!" Vicky said.
What a celebration to meet a former student who is now moving into your profession. I am so excited for her opportunities at our school and in our district.
I also can't believe I am old enough that my first class from 2000 has graduated from college and making a difference in this world.