The Escapade.
(taken from my 1st day of teaching)
It is October 3, 2011. The leaves are slowly turning; green, to falling, to gold. I can see my breath in the chilled smoke coming out of my mouth that they call air. Today is The escapade of my childhood. And my eight year old dreams become my way of life. It is 7:44 in the am. I am seeing twenty faces that own a story. A story sealed shut the moment they walked out the door of their homes. Sealed in a little box called their desk, their hearts the keepers of all their secrets. Take a seat, they say. Put your book bag away, they shut them up. But I know that story is heavy in their hands, steady in their words, and lingering in their far away minds. This story will unfold in the way they use their pencils, the questions they ask, the attitude they spit in my face, and the care they let shine. Today, I am the teacher, and I will let their story breathe. Today, I am certain, I will fall in love.
And I did.
Beauties of a teacher's week so far:
(taken from my 1st day of teaching)
It is October 3, 2011. The leaves are slowly turning; green, to falling, to gold. I can see my breath in the chilled smoke coming out of my mouth that they call air. Today is The escapade of my childhood. And my eight year old dreams become my way of life. It is 7:44 in the am. I am seeing twenty faces that own a story. A story sealed shut the moment they walked out the door of their homes. Sealed in a little box called their desk, their hearts the keepers of all their secrets. Take a seat, they say. Put your book bag away, they shut them up. But I know that story is heavy in their hands, steady in their words, and lingering in their far away minds. This story will unfold in the way they use their pencils, the questions they ask, the attitude they spit in my face, and the care they let shine. Today, I am the teacher, and I will let their story breathe. Today, I am certain, I will fall in love.
And I did.
Beauties of a teacher's week so far:
[the morning message]
[the view of city windows, and street roofs. one boy says its worth a painting.]
[the teacher in me at work]
[the teacher desk. Lisa (the real teacher is showering me in little surprises this morning. yesterday a marker box, mayhaps today some glue?]
[after a long day, some yum yum dinner. chicken, spinach, tomatoes, peppers and pepper.]
Ahhhh are you student teaching right now??! If you are, how is it going? What grade are you working with? Hope all is well dear :) <3 and miss ya!
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