This semester, I've "inherited" a class from another teacher. Long story short is that he is a coach, and would like to be coaching 4th period (block schedule, so last class of the day), and the administration reassigned his class to me.
I was willing to take the class, because I enjoy teaching, and I had been missing it. Not that I wasn't working or helping students out, because I have been, all year. But they weren't MY students working on lessons for ME. I missed it. The whole planning, presenting, seeing the learning happen etc. The process.
On the other hand, his classes have a reputation. And not a good one. Still.
So today was the first day for me to have them. And I made sure everything was ready, just so. And that was first period. Then second, third... just waiting for them. I have to laugh at myself, really. The anticipation.
When 4th period arrived, and I started in on the introduction, I knew it was going to be OK. At least. I'm hoping for great, but I know that probably won't be every day. Still, I respect these students for being willing to take on a new (to them) teacher, just as I was willing to take on a new class.