A Good Place to Start
I just completed my tenth year of teaching, and I'm slowly processing this year as it already begins to fade in the rearview mirror of summer break. I have taught ten entire years and this year was by no stretch my best one. On my walk with my husband and my dog tonight we took turns processing our day and something finally clicked for me. I used to be so reflective- painfully so at times. I wrote in a blog on a weekly basis. I talked frequently with colleagues about how things were going and honest conversation felt easier to come by. So, I suppose, this is my attempt at being honest. I know to my very core that writing helps me understand myself, my work, people, and the world around me better. How could I so easily refuse this fact in my inaction this year? I'm not sure, but I can start now. This year was fine. There were no low-lows or high-highs. I pushed myself to create new lessons, clean up old ones, and my students told me and showed me they learned from the year I cra...