My Voice, My Heart, My Life

To be completely honest I did not want to come back to work. I just wasn't ready. The prior school year was ridiculously stressful for various reasons and I just didn't feel motivated to start. I didn't know if I could face another stressful year. I loved my students, there were just a few that drained me on a daily basis.  I wasn't optimist about my classroom dynamics and was bracing myself for the worst. The past has a way of cautioning you for the future. Sometimes that's good while other times, as in my case, just rob you of your joy. Orientation week went as usually. Meetings, work in class, meetings, work in class, lunch and so on. On Back to School Night I was a bit nervous but not like normal. I was an eerie calm, almost apathetic. I had already assumed the worst and was ready to face my fate. I meet the kids and the parents and it was all good. I'm thinking, this means nothing crazy is just around the corner. First day of school. Normally for k...

The silence has been broken. The sound of children has graced these quiet halls. The first day of school has arrived. The first day is always an exciting and stressful day for both student and teacher alike. Beginning anew is refreshing. The actions and words of the past are just that, in the past. It's a new chance to start over. The board is wiped clean and is ready to write a new story. It's exciting! A new chapter will be written. A chapter full of adventure, learning, joy, mystery, sadness, joy, laughter and all the emotions in between. Yes, a new school year brings much hope! With that hope there are dreams that one has for their students. You want them to succeed in this life. You want to provide the necessary skills and common sense to venture into this life with wisdom and discernment. You want them to take caution but not at the expense of adventure. You want them to think outside the box and yet not to abandon those things that are tried and true. Yes, as a teac...