This is going to come as a surprise, but I love my job.
Yesterday, at the end of the day I found myself looking out towards the classroom and smiling. I was smiling at my students and how the interacted with each other. I was smiling at their spunky natures and their ability to jump back from just about anything. I was smiling because I knew in my heart of hearts, that I love this job.
I love this job. I love the students and I love being a teacher. I really do.
I constantly think about lesson plans, new strategies I can try, a new way to make my teaching better. I love to observe other teachers and see what they are doing in their own classrooms. I love that I finally understand how to organize my life, documents, and necessities to make a difference in MY students lives.
I love how I can take each one into my arms and give them a lovingly hug, while whispering into their ear, "I'm happy you're here and I love you."
I love getting ready in the morning and don't mind in the slightest having to drive to work at 7 in the morning. There is something amazingly euphoric about seeing the sun rise up in the east and make itself known as I cruise down south Durango.
These children are amazing. They may drive me crazy sometimes and there are days where my name has been said by an octave higher than my own voice, but I love them. I love them. I want what's best for them and I want them to succeed.
I am already sentimental thinking about when the year will be over and I'll have to say goodbye to my babies, my students, my kiddos.
In essence, I love my job. I prayed for the first time last night, thanking God with real intent for the job we were blessed with. I love my life. I love my job. I love my kiddos.
