Day 1: Chaos, Excitement, and Hope
Happy First Day of School. I know some of you already experienced that last week (or even earlier), but for my local school district and many nearby, it’s happening today, or at least this week. I consider the First Day of School a little more personal this year because I have a grand-niece who enters Kindergarten today (at the same school her father attended), and my youngest son will experience what I expect to be his final “first day of school” soon as he gets ready to complete his Bachelor’s degree next spring. I suppose grad school might be a possibility, but for now, it’s his last first day. Honestly, once you get to college, the First Day of School means less and less. Or does it? The bottom line for me is that the First Day of School is filled with a myriad of emotions, and that makes it special, uniquely so for each of us.
When I was a student, the First Day of School each year was actually a time of excitement and anticipation more than anxiety and trepidation. That’s in spite of the fact that, on my very first day of First Grade (my parents didn’t want to send me to Kindergarten), I was pretty scared, and I was also literally attacked from behind by a jerk who rubbed soap all over my face and in my eyes. I think that kid actually ended up in prison later in life, but what I remember more than him are the other kids who stopped him, got the teacher, and helped me rinse off and clean up. I never encountered such drama (or trauma) on subsequent first days, but I do remember enjoying the return to classes, seeing my friends again, and the overall novelty of a new school year. There was something cool about new clothes, new school supplies, new books, and new classes and teachers. It was a hopeful time. As I reached high school, the First Day of School was really offset by the first day of Band Camp. By the time we started the school year, I had already spent two or more weeks working in marching band rehearsals. Still, I do recall the First Day each year in high school being somewhere between chaos and outright anarchy. The band hall became a place of refuge, where the people and the routines were more familiar. I suspect the chaos arose from the fact that high school involved changing classes every 55 minutes, to go with schedule changes and, of course, multiple lunch periods (and off-campus lunch for everyone).
Once I got to college, the First Day of School still came after a week of Band Camp (the time for true excitement), but the chaos ramped up a bit thanks to traffic and parking challenges. I was fortunate to be one of those students whose schedule remained stable, and I managed to craft a workable plan to seek out parking every semester. My favorite part of First Day in college was short classes. Why? We would typically only go over the syllabus on the first day, so it was usually a brief overview of what to expect, then send you on your way. No readings, no assignments, nothing special or pressure-packed yet. Not sure it works that way now, in the era of LMS-based content where you can see everything you’ve got to do for the entire semester on one screen and often have at least some discussion post required within a few days. But in those days, the First Day shortened class was glorious. I remember certain professors being very relaxed and straight-forward on that first day, basically laying out how it is and how it’s going to be, and most of all, communicating “how to succeed in this class.” I found that kind of honesty and candor to be hopeful and uplifting, because there was never anything more infuriating to me in education than “guess what’s in my head” games on the part of the teacher.
The glory, honesty, and candor more or less continued during my years running my own classroom. I thoroughly enjoyed the First Day of School from the perspective of a high school teacher. Because I enjoyed the beauty of no assignments on Day 1, I had that approach in my own classroom. “This will be the easiest and toughest day of this class,” I would tell my students. It’s easy because they won’t have anything due at the end of class or the next day, but it’s tough because there’s a lot of information to absorb while only scratching the surface, so they may not know exactly what to expect yet and have many, many questions. I also enjoyed being able to establish at least the beginnings of the classroom culture. My classes were almost exclusively populated with seniors, so I told them “I will treat you like adults, and I expect you to act like adults.” I never wanted to be the teacher who laid out way too many ground rules for the class. My goal was always that we achieved the day’s learning objective(s) in the most efficient, effective way possible. We would have fun at times, but I couldn’t guarantee that every class would be laugh-a-minute or entertaining. I mean, it’s economics, so manage your expectations. I would be as easy-going about the course as I was allowed to be by circumstances. So if it’s tougher content, expect a more serious approach. If there’s something outside this classroom disrupting what we do, we may need to work a little harder to achieve our goals. But above all, as long as students remained focused on getting done what I ask them to do, I could be as laid-back and humorous as I desired, which was generally quite a bit. I will never forget the kid named John who came into my class on the First Day of School ever at Summit High School in Mansfield ISD and told me, “I go by ‘Reggie.’” He was actually making a joke, but let me tell you, he was Reggie in my class from then on, because A) I loved the joke, and B) it was a little humor that was reserved for this course and this class period in my room. It was our thing in that class, and I think anytime we could establish some kind of rapport like that on the First Day, or even during the first week or month, it made the day-to-day grind of school much more interesting. It was an unexpected setting of tone for that particular class, and I was all for it.
Once I moved into administration, the First Day of School took on far less meaning. Technically, the “school year” for administrators goes from July 1 to June 30. Most districts now close during the week of July 4, so the first day of a given school year occurs right after that, in early July, when admin are working on preparations for the new academic year — planning professional development, building the master schedule, hiring new teachers and staff, managing cleanup and improvements of the building, etc. When I worked in central office, the month of July was all about reports based on available test results and other data from the previous school year. We also planned out the specific testing-related events for the coming school year. Once August arrived, we were more focused on impending accountability results than the First Day of School. We essentially stayed out of the campuses’ way since they had enough happening already. Classes still started, but we were largely Under the radar. In a way, I relished that situation, because the First Day belongs to teachers and students more than anyone else. If you’ve read any of my previous posts about teaching, you know that I consider teacher-student interaction to be a nearly sacred part of education. The First Day of School is the first step each year toward establishing that interaction. It never bothered me while I was in central administration that I didn’t get to experience Day 1 anymore, because Day 1 wasn’t about anything I did for the district.
After I moved into campus administration, I wanted to maintain that same level of deference. My goal as a campus administrator on the First Day was simply to help students find their way throughout the building, so I would station myself in one of the common areas and seek out students to assist. “What room are you looking for?” “Can I help you find your next class?” If the teacher-student interaction is so important, then the best service I could provide was to help students find the physical locations of their teachers. What’re more, once students learned that I was the campus testing coordinator, I figured it might be helpful that they associated me more with “that nice man who helped me find my class” than “that jerk who runs all the big tests.” So I did just that; be helpful from Day 1. And the plan worked great until the specter of overzealous local assessment reared its ugly head. Enter MAP Testing. Now, the Measures of Academic Progress assessment (“MAP Growth,” as it’s called in the K-12 education world), provided by NWEA is, itself, an actual quality assessment born of years of experience and development. And the NWEA officials that I’ve worked with in the past were very nice people who were responsive to the concerns of administrators. The problem, as it generally was in my final ISD, was that district assessment decision-makers sought to implement MAP in a manner that was detrimental to the students at my campus. MAP Growth could’ve been administered anytime between August 15 through November 30. Over 3 months to give the test! Yet our district insisted on attempting to test everyone at the absolute beginning of that window, as early as possible. “Welcome to the First Day of School, kids. Now take this multiple choice test!” What are we even doing?!? This approach flies directly in the face of everything I’ve just talked about regarding the First Day of School. Establish culture? Heck No, take this test. Outline expectations? Heck No, take this test. Develop relationships and rapport? Heck No, take this test. As I’ve indicated before, local assessment obsession definitely belongs on the list of reasons why I decided to retire from the profession.
Either way, I still maintain that the First Day of School has the potential to be a positive experience that sets the tone and establishes the foundation for a successful school year. Yes, there will be chaos and confusion. Yes, there may be anxiety. But those emotions should be outweighed by the productive, by the helpful, by the hope and anticipation that Day 1 of this new experience should bring. The old adage says that you only get one chance to make a first impression. Use it wisely. Spend the day engaging in something constructive, something that creates the proper setting, even if it isn’t for a grade, even if it isn’t “rigorous academic work,” even if it’s not specifically tied to the curriculum. Those things come soon enough. Students, I hope you’re just as excited about new things, returning friends, and new teachers and learning as I was in my youth. Teachers, I hope you approach this First Day of School with the same excitement and anticipation for your subject and your new students that I had once upon a time. There is nothing like the impact of a quality teacher-student relationship on the lives of so many. Here’s to building multitudes of them this year. Happy First Day of School, everyone. And may this school year and all those in the future feed your mind and your soul.
