I love my career. I love it. It is not just a job for me, it is my career that makes me excited to get up each morning, even though I am dead tired, I know I need to be there for the 8 year olds. They count on me to be there standing at the door when that bell rings in the morning, just like I count on them to make me laugh on a daily basis.
I love living at my school. I can be at my school from 7 am to 5 pm until the janitor comes and kicks me out when it is time to go home.
I love my faculty. I could not ask for a better group of people to work with. Particularly my team and those educators who we call the "newbies" that make me feel like I actually know something as a 2nd year teacher. That confidence level makes life so much easier this time around as a teacher!
I love teaching about addition strategies, teaching about friendship, and figuring out how to encourage my students to love reading. All it takes is finding the right forte for their young minds.
I love to see those hands raise up in the air to answer a question, waiving them frantically because they want to share their answer SO bad. I can see their love for learning.
I love the individual personalities of each of my students. Even if they clash with mine, that just means I need to work twice as hard to help them and give them my attention to learn in my classroom, and hope that we can get passed that barrier we have.
You know you are doing something right when your students choose to become a teacher for a school project called "I can be what I want to be when I grow up."
“Teachers teach more by what they are than by what they say.”
On a different note:
You know, I think I am finally winning. I am finally in the lead of this long race I have been running in life. I can see the finish line coming so close. Can't wait to cross it!
