Happy summer! This was one of my favorite school years ever. I loved the kids, my teaching team, and the parents I worked with. I have now finished my 10th year of teaching, and have taught 175 children in my classrooms. I love my job. It's hard, exhausting, frustrating, infuriating, and draining. But so worth it. I have laughed uncontrollably, cried quietly in my classroom closet, danced like a crazy fool, stretched my imagination, failed a hundred times, prayed fervently, sung off tune with enthusiasm, and partied hard with each group of kiddos. People often ask why I became a teacher. I feel like I should have a touching story about a teacher who inspired me to follow in his or her footsteps. That's not really the case. While I believe I had good teachers, I went in to teaching because I knew I kind of liked kids, and I didn't know what else to do. I'm so grateful that I was too unmotivated to look into anything else, because this has turned out to be the most rewarding career. I don't know if I'll be in this field forever. The minute I become washed up and stubborn and crotchety, I'm making myself switch careers. Kids deserve more than that. And unfortunately, the lifespan of a good teacher tends to be short. The job is hard. But until I reach that point, I look forward to however many more years ahead of me I have. I signed my contract and will be returning to Peterson in the fall. So here's to at least one more of this craziness that I love.
But until then... SUMMER.
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