I had it. THE dream. Every teacher knows the one: the FIRST DAY OF SCHOOL dream.
Like a scene out of Oz, YOU were there: The Coach. This was your classroom before mine, and though you’ve rearranged a few of your things to make room for me, I look to you, scared, unsure of where my comforts are. There is no space on the walls for anchor charts, no books on the shelves that I recognize. I take a deep breath and prepare for a day where I’m just going to have to work a little harder.
YOU were there: Master Teacher. You come in as the students pour from the courtyard into our soft start. You pull out a beaker and begin to mix a white powder with water into a bubbling concoction that grabs and holds their attention. It will be the highlight of their day, I just know it. I look to you, distressed to think that this climax came before the bell even rang. I take a deep breath and prepare for a day where I’m just going to have to work a little harder. I look around the room. I step into the hallway.
YOU were NOT there: My Teammate. This is the most frightening of all. It’s how I know, when I wake with a start, that I am back in Kansas. That this place in my dream, where I am not ready and you are not there, has been only a dream.
THE dream. It’s only March, but it is THE dream that I needed to remind me as I click my heels together three times on the way to work today: There’s no place like home.
I’m participating in the 9th annual Slice of Life Challenge (#sol16) over at the Two Writing Teachers. I know many of my colleagues will relate with the dream I had, and I am wondering tonight your thoughts on the Wizard of Oz analogy. How does it fit with telling my slice? What would you add or change? Do you see a connection that I didn’t? Thank you in advance for your feedback.