Teaching

I never know what to expect in a day of teaching. Some days I'm called a b**** or my voice is likened to the sound of a fruit cake (whatever that sounds like). Some days are like the riddle of climbing up three steps and falling down two, then climbing up two steps and falling down four. Some days it is a constant battle to keep the students on task, and I don't use the term battle lightly. Some days I walk away not sure how to even approach the next day, and I can't even start processing how to approach the next day.

Other days there is the happy glow when you see the light bulb click, when a student states that we should vote because that is what we do in a democracy or when a student says the best things in a class are the teacher, the friendships, and the classmates and it all goes back to the best teacher. Those moments when a student just comes up to you and gives you a hug. Or the time when a student brings you in a box of chocolate just because they know the day before was rough.  Those moments when you see the hard work applied and the teaching is paying off. When there is the change in students, it is incredible.

I never know what a day in teaching will bring, and I wouldn't have it any other way.

I'm awfully stubborn and tenacious. I can have a day like paragraph one and be ready for the next day. Not saying, I'm not exhausted mentally, physically, and emotionally, but I'm not going to give up. I'm going to continue to work on my art of teaching. I'm going to work on changing myself, the way I'm teaching, and how I'm approaching students for students to achieve success. You can throw a lot of stuff at me, but that is not going to stop me from trying again and again to reteach or to come back to a topic until the light bulb finally clicks.