now it comes

Now comes the worry; the self-doubting nightmares and questions that leave your breath suspended in air.

Be careful what you wish for, I was told.

I said I didn’t want to be a traveling teacher anymore and that I wanted my own class. Well, I have been assigned a “reduced size” ESL third grade class for next year. Some were supposed to be students from the second grade I work with now, but that changed and now it’s a list of all unfamiliar names.

Now comes the anxiety – am I capable? Can I do this well? Will I be able to handle teaching routines, managing them and really making sure they are learning?

I guess we shall see.