Goof is my Middle Name

When I first began teaching, my teacher mom gave me advice I still use. She suggested that the first few weeks of class, I should walk into class swiftly and speak with authority. I did just that last night since this is the first week of our new semester. I was polite yet very much the authority. I smiled only slightly and immediately announced that we needed to get to work. The students were absolutely silent and some looked absolutely stricken with panic.

Then I reached to get my materials out of my backpack. What a major goof I was about to discover. The backpack I had carried to work and into my class wasn't mine. It belonged to my 6 year old.

I rooted around in the backpack hoping for something to use. I found:

• gloves:

• pencils and eraser:

Worksheets should I need to fill class time:

And some 1st grade literature:

Suffice it to say, the semester started with a pretty good laugh between professor and students.