A couple of weeks ago, I had my second first day of fifth grade. For my senior internship, I am a teacher’s assistant at Cider Mill with Mr. Coomaraswamy’s fifth grade class, and going into the class for the first time was surreal. I felt like I did on my real first day of fifth grade: nervous, yet excited for new opportunities. Would the kids (now six or seven years my junior) like me? Would this new endeavor encourage my passion for teaching and confirm my major of elementary education, or would I be turned off completely? And, most importantly, did the cafeteria food get any better since I left?
To my excitement, I was greeted with open arms and infectious smiles. Mr. C. made me feel right at home with my own large desk in the back of the room where kids could come to ask questions or talk to me, and all of the kids were so excited to meet me. I was reminded of what a real passion for learning looks like, because at some point, kids my age lose it. When I or Mr. C. asked a question, 10 or so hands shot up like rockets instead of a teacher begging for participation like in high school. These kids were thrilled to display their knowledge, and eager to learn more.