I went to my old 8th graders, now 9th graders homecoming tonight, and I felt like I was famous.
Hugs, and stories, and repeating everything I taught them.
Boosts of confidence for them, stories of WHY I am a great teacher.
Taking time, patience, sense of humor, cheat sheets on my wall, asking about their day, going to their games, making Spanish fun.
Mass texts sent through the crowd to let everyone know I had arrived.
Laughter, and sillyness, and genuine respect.
Singing Spanish songs, and remembering every memory from last school year.
Every inside joke, hating Taylor Swift, every lesson, everything.
I am a great teacher, and know the impact I leave. I love what I do, and will again love what I do, because of these kids.
I miss them all the time, but believe in everything happening for a reason.
I also have amazing friends. Not just AMAZING, that is an overused word.
I have loyal, wonderful, genuine, thoughtful, caring, appreciative, funny as hell, sympathetic, empathetic, strong, smart, phenomenal friends. And not just ONE. Many. Several. A strong GROUP that I can count on through everything and anything. Advice, listening ear, every single up and down. Every success and tear. Never one judgment. A feeling that I will never be alone. I waited for this day to come, and I realize why I had to wait so long to get it. I am so much more grateful, so much more thankful, I know what I deserve and feel really lucky.
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