Right now it seems as though I am in the middle of something quite immense. It is as though I am on the precipice of something that is far more committing than anything I have ever done before. This is perhaps due to the fact that I am, well, now a teacher and only a couple of months way from becoming a DAD.
I am now being called Mr. Crandall by over 100 eighth graders daily in four different periods. This is no joke, most of them look to me for; order, answers, questions, and grades and others are constantly testing my boundaries. I have seen testing before, but never from so many in such a short period time. Fifty minutes is short, incredibly short. One minute I am speeding around the room overwhelmed then next minute I am standing alone in room surrounded by 35 empty desks, exhausted. How could this be when I only teach for 200 minutes a day? Probably because it is 112:1.
Soon, in what will seem like a blink of an eye, I will be a Dad. Wait a second, isn’t Dad the name of my father? Not me, right? How did this happen? Why? Are we insane? Are we ready? All questions I’m sure parents-to-be have asked for generations and we aren’t any different I don’t think. As the due date is getting closer the reality and brevity of it all is slowly sinking in. I am now left with equal parts apprehension and excitement with excitement beginning to pick up more speed.
It is going to be a big new adventure…
Don
