It happened. I knew it would slip some time, and this afternoon it finally did.
I teach fourth grade.
Wait a second, that's not right anymore. It's so ingrained in my head that when someone asks me what grade I teach, the natural response is fourth.
But I teach middle school now.
Gosh, that's so strange to say. I feel that after 5 years I will always be a 4th grade teacher.
The closer I get to the start of school, the harder it is for me to say/admit my move up to those lovely teenage years. But I truly am excited, it's just not natural yet.
Ask me this time next year, and I'll probably answer with a sigh and with definite signs of gray hairs that I do, in fact, teach middle school.
Here goes nothing...
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