To my students,
I finished.
My first year as Teacher.
I struggle to articulate my feelings about my first year of teaching.
The stress. The exhaustion. The endless grading.
The kids. The classroom. The learning--theirs and mine.
The kids.
My kids.
128 kids who over the course of nine months I came to love as my own. I planned for them. I worried about them. I taught them.
Oh how I love them.
Teaching reaches all the way to my soul and takes me to a place of fulfillment and joy that I never knew existed. There were a few rough patches over the course of the school year, but I can honestly say that most days would end with me getting in my car and thinking, "I can't believe how lucky I am. I can't believe I get to teach these fantastic young people. I can't believe they pay me to do this."
Being a teacher is incredible, and I can't believe I get the summer off to rest a little, reorganize a few things, plan some new lessons, and create a new class or two for next year.
My only hesitation as I prepare for a new school year: I don't know how I will ever love another group of students the way I love this group--the group that taught me more than I can measure. From Abril to Zuniga, I say . . .
Thank you, class of 2019 (and a few from '17, '18, and '20). I will carry pieces of you in my heart always.
Love Always,
LMD
My first year as Teacher.
I struggle to articulate my feelings about my first year of teaching.
The stress. The exhaustion. The endless grading.
The kids. The classroom. The learning--theirs and mine.
The kids.
My kids.
128 kids who over the course of nine months I came to love as my own. I planned for them. I worried about them. I taught them.
Oh how I love them.
Teaching reaches all the way to my soul and takes me to a place of fulfillment and joy that I never knew existed. There were a few rough patches over the course of the school year, but I can honestly say that most days would end with me getting in my car and thinking, "I can't believe how lucky I am. I can't believe I get to teach these fantastic young people. I can't believe they pay me to do this."
Being a teacher is incredible, and I can't believe I get the summer off to rest a little, reorganize a few things, plan some new lessons, and create a new class or two for next year.
My only hesitation as I prepare for a new school year: I don't know how I will ever love another group of students the way I love this group--the group that taught me more than I can measure. From Abril to Zuniga, I say . . .
Thank you, class of 2019 (and a few from '17, '18, and '20). I will carry pieces of you in my heart always.
Love Always,
LMD
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