I'm super excited for this summer. Haven't really had a "real" summer since before starting grad school so it's nice to know there's one waiting for me.
Lately I've been thinking a ton about this whole life as a teacher thing...hence the title of this blog. If I end up teaching for decades, it'll be so strange to look back to this moment and remember my very first year. The one where it all began. I've heard that after you've been teaching for years, the classes, the students, and the months seem to blur, but the first and last years you never forget. They manage to somehow dodge the fog. I hope that happens with this year. I want to remember the laughs. The cries. Those moments where I thought I was at the end of my rope and then looked down to realize there was actually some slack left. Most importantly were those recurring points in time where I'd remind myself "this is why! That laugh, that comment, that student ah-ha moment. That's why you chose this seemingly chaotic yet insanely fulfilling career for yourself." I hope you feel this way too your first year. Even if it's just on occasion. Pinky promise it makes it all worth it.
Welp, guess I'll end this post with the cutest thing I've seen on pinterest today:
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