So let's be honest and point out the elephant in the room: I am terrible with a capital T at keeping a journal. I'm pretty sure it was almost 6 months ago that I last wrote and it will probably be 6 months until I write again. I apologize to my future self for my lack of consistency and all I can say is that in time I hope you (I) forgive me for living my life instead of writing about it.
First off, all of the cumulative snow days are over, though the 16 days we got gives us an extra week of school. Surprisingly, I am not disappointed about going longer and am excited I get to "keep" my students for an extra 4 days, well 3.5 to be exact.
I am going to miss them so much and that is partly why I am writing instead of living at this present moment. I know that soon those 15 amazing, wonderful students will just be a part of my past and a fleeting memory and I really don't want to lose or forget this love I have for my first year class. I love them, I truly do each and every one of them and I have learned so much this year. They have been so understanding, enthusiastic and kind. I went into teaching hoping to inspire future generations and instead they have inspired me. I wanted to teach, but instead I became a student. Their forgiving open natures taught me more and more about God's love and that even when we mess up, he is right there to catch us and help us.
I remember college a year ago. That's crazy that it was only a year ago. Anyways, there was a part of me that didn't want to leave, that truly thought I was leaving the best years of my life. After this year, actually after only a month with my kiddos, I realized that I wouldn't trade for anything in the world. I would not give up a single one of my students to have another month or year in college. I was back on campus in October and walking around, I realized that I missed being there, but I didn't belong there anymore. I belonged with my class.
I am probably one of those weirdos who love school and always will, but the weekends are sometimes my least favorite times. I get bored and I sometimes feel restless, I long to go back to school. Of course, I have frustrating days like everyone else. Days when you just want to scream or cry or run or all three at the same time, but those days are a small penance to pay for the days of laughter and stories and love.
I am so blessed to have an amazing class. I know it is God's grace alone that allowed me to stay sane this year and gave me students to humble me and teach me what it is to be a good person. They will forever hold a very special place in my heart.
First off, all of the cumulative snow days are over, though the 16 days we got gives us an extra week of school. Surprisingly, I am not disappointed about going longer and am excited I get to "keep" my students for an extra 4 days, well 3.5 to be exact.
I am going to miss them so much and that is partly why I am writing instead of living at this present moment. I know that soon those 15 amazing, wonderful students will just be a part of my past and a fleeting memory and I really don't want to lose or forget this love I have for my first year class. I love them, I truly do each and every one of them and I have learned so much this year. They have been so understanding, enthusiastic and kind. I went into teaching hoping to inspire future generations and instead they have inspired me. I wanted to teach, but instead I became a student. Their forgiving open natures taught me more and more about God's love and that even when we mess up, he is right there to catch us and help us.
I remember college a year ago. That's crazy that it was only a year ago. Anyways, there was a part of me that didn't want to leave, that truly thought I was leaving the best years of my life. After this year, actually after only a month with my kiddos, I realized that I wouldn't trade for anything in the world. I would not give up a single one of my students to have another month or year in college. I was back on campus in October and walking around, I realized that I missed being there, but I didn't belong there anymore. I belonged with my class.
I am probably one of those weirdos who love school and always will, but the weekends are sometimes my least favorite times. I get bored and I sometimes feel restless, I long to go back to school. Of course, I have frustrating days like everyone else. Days when you just want to scream or cry or run or all three at the same time, but those days are a small penance to pay for the days of laughter and stories and love.
I am so blessed to have an amazing class. I know it is God's grace alone that allowed me to stay sane this year and gave me students to humble me and teach me what it is to be a good person. They will forever hold a very special place in my heart.
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