The first week is about to enter the books — one week down, thirty-five to go. Some might view it that way, and some years it’s tempting for me: when in the first week of school students are already being disrespectful and incorrigible, it’s difficult not to think wistfully about the far-in-the-future summer. “It’s going to be a long year,” becomes the common thought.

But this year’s first week is not like that at all. The Terrences and Teresas haven’t appeared, haven’t even shown a glimmer of appearing.

Kids staying focused, working together effectively, showing each other respect…

I know it’s still the honeymoon period, but I can’t help but be hopeful about this year.