So, today marks the first day of my 8th year of teaching.  I survived the chaos and drama that surrounds the first day of school.  I met many eager parents that cautiously relinquished their children to my care.  Today was the day that I finally got to meet my scholarly little gentlemen.  It's only been a day, but we are off to a good start.  Before dismissal, one of my boys slips me two folded pieces of paper.  I wait a few moments until he walks away before I open them.  Each paper had a heart drawn on it.  In typically boy fashion, the paper was ripped out of some notebook and jotted down with pencil.  I could totally get used to this treatment.