I had nightmares well into my twenties about repeating grades in school. Now, I’m preparing to repeat fourth grade as a teacher for the third time (including my residency year). A fresh start feels good. The room is artificially clean and organized. Papers and two sharpened pencils wait on each desk. Thirty-one new names fill my head, and soon enough, my heart.
Save for the leaves on the carpet, everything feels fresh and ready for new little faces.
oliviaobryon 
Aw, such a sweet post.
Thanks 🙂