Where the Wild Things Are...

Incoming Freshman...what can I say? They are a special kind of animal. I have forgotten what they look like after being away from high school for the last 10 years. There is a lot of whining, sighing, and eye rolling.

There is also good questioning, excitement, pride in work well done.

Pulling, pushing, prodding...I am not sure if I am a teacher or a circus trainer.

The future of our world is reliant on these students...it is both frightening and awe-inspiring.

They are waiting to be led in the right direction, seeking guidance, afraid of success, afraid of failure. Giant balls of emotions, moving in all directions, scattered around.

They are Wild Things...waiting to find their way...I am Max...I want to lead them...to help them find themselves...


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