by Anthony Kunkel, English Teacher
I am in the front of the classroom. New shoes, new school year and it’s 7:35 A.M. The door is just to my right, my back to the white board, and there’s a slight breeze that whispers in, just enough to feel good. I’m nervous. I’m always nervous on the first day, even after so many years as a teacher. The first student comes in. He’s a small boy for a sophomore, and he looks anxious, awkward. He’s wearing his backpack like burden, tilted, uneven.