Raindrops on roses, whiskers on kittens

Today was the first day of school, and it was the usual circus of people comparing classes, of first-time teachers huddled around the copy machine, and of huge hordes of students surging everywhere. As I navigated through it, and said hi and how was your summer and how are your students to various people all day long, I got happier and happier not to be new. I was remembering how alien all this was when I first got here (but alien in a twilight-zone-ish, familiar way), remembering all my jaunty blog posts and the disorientation I was trying to stave off. I would have to say that on the list of a few of my favorite things, "not being new" would rank high.