The First Day
This morning, I witnessed the start of a new school year at two very different buildings – a neighborhood public school that first opened its doors in 1924, and a public charter school that was opening its doors for the very first time.
I still get back-to-school butterflies each time a new year begins. There’s just something uniquely beautiful, and precarious, about the first day a group of children come together under one roof. The promise of what lies ahead feels like an almost unbearable ache – the weight of the work to be done being so great, and so unsteady.
By 7:00am this morning, there were still no children under the charter school’s roof — the school day didn’t
