Can We Keep the Stars in the Classroom?      

I‘ve always had butterflies on the first day of school. First, as a student. Then, as a teacher. As a mother, the butterflies are most intense.

I was chatting with a friend on the first day of school. “I can’t stop thinking about my girls,” I said.“I hope they have good teachers. I hope they’re happy.”

“You must be even more nervous because your daughter is the teacher!” I added. Her daughter Mindy was a sixth-grade teacher.

“Nothing to be nervous about this year,” she replied, “Mindy isn’t teaching anymore.”