I feel like, for a lot of us, the older we get the more lost we become in ordinary life. We are taught to forget the wonder that we once had for life and the world around us. Our imagination cowers, making way for science, logic, and the mundane worries of the everyday. It's a sad day when you look up at the clouds and no longer see floating animals. Or when you cringe at the thought of having to read a fairy tale to a child, because inside you're telling yourself magic isn't real. Magic isn't real? Of course magic is real. It's as real as the butterflies floating through the garden, as real as the rays of sun shining through tree branches. Magic is as real as the sound of laughter floating through a crowded city street. Magic is everywhere. Maybe it doesn't come in the form of dragons and wands, but it's here, none the less. Maybe we just need to remind ourselves of it. See the wonder, see the magic, see the fantastical in the everyday, because it is there. I PROMISE.
Phrases like "everything happens for a reason" and "only in God's time" are ones that have taunted me over the years. While some might find them comforting in the middle of strife or conflict, I just found them frustrating. And it isn't that I didn't believe either of those statements to be true, but for me it was similar to someone saying "Don't worry. Everything will be fine," while we stand watching my home burn to the ground. Which thankfully is not an actual scenario I've found myself in, but you get the gist. I'm not great at seeing beyond my current problem. And that's a terrible quality to have, one that I'm working on changing.
So when I was recently let go from my job of four years, it basically felt like the world was ending. Which is dramatic, for many reasons, not the least of which being that I hadn't planned on being at that job for more than 3 more months. Still. I've never been good with change, esp…
I am an advocate, a defender of the weak... and the strong, a muse, an organizer, a rule writer, a lesson planner, a shoulder to cry on, a nose wiper, a bathroom monitor, a sink monitor, a hall monitor, basically any and every kind of monitor you can think of, a listener, a speaker, an artist, a motivator, a judge and jury, an intermediary, a peacemaker, a question answerer, a question giver, a task manager, an instruction maker, a (uncertified) counselor, a maid, a designer, a cheerleader, a mentor, a grader, a researcher, a presenter, a history keeper, an observer, a notetaker... and a million other things I don't even have the time to come up with titles for.
Because I am an educator.
And on any given week (or even day) I might be one or all of these things to nearly 600 students. 600 students who all have different needs, different backgrounds, different problems, different strengths, different weaknesses, different personalities, different learning styles, different everythi…
Every day as a first year teacher brings new experiences, new trials, new achievements, and new emotions. Today was no exception.
One of my students (and his siblings) are moving to another state tomorrow. And while these children have all given various amounts of grief to our teachers and staff this year (and I'm ashamed to admit I felt a little bit of relief when I found out they'd be leaving), it wasn't until he was in my room today knocking chairs over and ripping up paper that I realized I didn't want him to go. How ironic.
And no, I don't just thrive off the excitement of a child attempting to destroy my room (which is unfortunate because it seems to happen fairly often sometimes because of outbursts, sometimes because of paint), but it was because I realized that this student in particular was not knocking over desks because he doesn't like my class. But most likely because he does.
Earlier in the class, as I was standing at the front of the room teachin…