A New School Year

This is a picture of me and my class the first full year I taught as a special education teacher. The young man on the left was an intern for the semester.  I believe the year was 1972-73. Special education teachers were very scarce in those days and that is why I had an intern the first year I taught. In fact, special ed was my minor and I only had 12 hours of course work in it when I started teaching a class for learning disabled students that year.  So my intern and I were both learning together that first year.  I returned to school during the summers and at night and received my M.S. degree and certification in special education a few years later. After five years I burned out and returned to the regular classroom teaching second grade.  I taught for 32 years before retiring eight years ago.  Every year at this time I am reminded of the excitement of starting a new school year and how much I miss it.  Now I get to relive that excitement through my grandchildren. New clothes, new shoes, new school supplies and new teachers.  What fun.

Christine