Today was a tough day at work. My team plans together every Thursday for the upcoming week. We share plans, giggle and laugh, share funny stories, vent and discuss how things are going during lunchtime. I pull together the ELA plans for the grade level, and share what I've come up with. It seems that as we get closer to the state assessment, the work load increases, and everyone gets stressed, students and teachers included.
I do have to say, I love my job. I love seeing the spark in a child's eyes when they learn something new. It's fun to introduce new information to children for the first time, and see their excitement and eagerness to learn more. It energizes me and gets me out of bed each morning.
I photographed this magnet on my refrigerator because it was one of the first gifts I received as a teacher. At times when we're striving to see how many 3's and 4's we'll have in our class this year or trying to calculate who fell above or below the benchmark, each number is really a student. With feelings...and more to them than that silly number. Each student in my class has the potential to do great things in this world. I always tell my students that. They inspire me and when I think of them, my heart fills with love and joy, because each and every child that I've ever taught works harder than they ever thought they could.
It is my only hope that for as long as I stay in the teaching profession, that I keep making dreams happen each and every day. Putting all the other stresses aside, I know that having that goal will make me a highly effective teacher, whether my test scores show that or not.
No comments:
Post a Comment