It's here, like it or not - the dawn of another school year. This year finds me in a position where I am teaching the same class of students that I taught two years ago- then as 6th graders, now as 8th graders. But it is more than just having the same kids again. This is the class that caused me to question my ability, my sanity, my career choice. This is the class that goes down in the record books as the worst class I've ever taught. The year I had them as 6th grade students was a very difficult year, and one I hoped I never have to see repeated. So I confess I'm looking at this year with a bit of fear and trembling. I've come into it with an abundance of dread and a deadly negative attitude. Not a good combination for a healthy year. But I have to find hope. I have to find that button that turns things around for these kids. There are too many fantastic individuals in this class to let my fears dictate how this year will go. I deserve a great year and so do they. So...I'm going to do whatever I can to see that this year is better than my wildest expectations. I vow to change my tune. I'm going to be positive and give it my best. I may not be able to change the world in which I live, but I can change the way I look at it.