I am not sure why my pictures look like they were taken through a potato but regardless you get the idea behind what I am trying to show.
so yesterday was a bit frustrating for me. I am realizing that right now the most difficult part of my teaching is coordinating schedules and commitments with lots of other adults. Going into this year I knew I would be wearing lots of “hats” and playing lots of different roles but it never occurred to me the communication it would take to get me to where I ultimately want to be. (we could play a drinking game with the amount of to’s in that sentence)…
It is difficult because I know that everyone has my best interest at hand. but it’s hard to balance everyone’s opinion. and please everyone. including myself.
now that I got that off my chest (here I was trying to put together a nice. uplifting post and it turned into a total therapy session)….
to the real point of this post.
my wonderful neighbors have left me yet another breath-taking, tear-jerking, love filled gift at my door.
I guess the beginning story isn’t completely pointless. It gives you the background knowledge to the mood I was in when I got home. (a little bit overwhelmed and a lot bit crabby).
There was a gift bag sitting on the doorstep with my name on it. Instantly I knew who it was from. and instantly my mood became much cheerier.
I proceeded to open the bag and find a binder. I am thinking to myself maybe this is some old lesson plans she found that she wanted to pass along.
hmmm maybe this isn’t a binder after all. It kind of looks like a photo album. Maybe they are old photos she wants me to have. That seems a little strange and somewhat too intimate…
fine, I will stop guessing already and just open the binder looking object.
I open the cover and find the page that says “Some memories of my first year of teaching.” Let me just tell you I teared up at this point. and am doing so right now re-living the moment to tell you. It was so sweet to see. but for some reason it hadn’t hit me she was referring to my first year of teaching not hers. I had been expecting to see documentation of her first years but then I realized no, this is for me to document my own experience. This is when the real emotion set in.
I am a teacher.
I am a grown-up.
I am a mentor.
I am a fashionista (so my seventh/eighth graders say.)
I am someone who has a whole lot of love (and thoughtfulness) in my life.
so after all of this passed I took a deep breath (which I am doing right now as I type) and I move forward. I found another page with loose leaf paper that had the date of my first day of school. Attached read a note:
"Record this very special day before it grows the least bit faint"
the tears streamed again.
It was so nice to know she was thinking of me, especially because she herself was a teacher back in the day. and I often think to myself that I hope she would be proud if she came into my classroom and saw how I taught.
let’s all close our eyes and think of rainbows and unicorns for a second. (or if you are like me endless amounts of sales and amazing clothes to buy)…
This little surprise meant the world to me. It is something I will absolutely fill out and cherish as I look back on this new year of firsts!
Happy Wednesday Friends! Now that the week is half way over we can start making plans for the weekend! (what does it mean that I am only two weeks into school and I already dream about the weekend?)
Talk to you soon!
oh and for those of you out there wondering. the birthday gift to myself has been purchased. it will be revealed tomorrow!!