My advanced English class curriculum is mostly comprised of nonfiction WWII literature, so I can't help but relate a tiny bit on this night before school starts back to how the soldiers on the shores of France may have felt the evening before D-Day.  Now obvoiusly I am in no danger tomorrow--even though it Is middle school--but I do understand the dreadful feeling of anticipation and worry.  And more than that, I understand how important it is to pray.  My grandfather was a soldier during D-Day, so I'd like to think he did the same before his big day as I have been doing all day today (in between laundry, updating my HW website, watching a British movie, and making a homemade margarita).  Ultimately, the only thing that will ever ease nerves before a big D-Day is prayer...

 

I pray for my students, that they will come to school refreshed, ready, and willing to cooperate.

 

I pray for my coworkers, that they will be confident, prepared, and competent.

 

I pray for myself, that I will be pleasant-yet-firm, prepared-yet-flexible, and professional-yet-personable.

 

And I pray, above all, that my students will see Him in me this year, and that I will see them through His eyes....