This last week ended one of the best. weeks. ever. It was teacher appreciation!!! With all the twists and turns this year has thrown at my desk, there is one thing that happened this week that has made me smile more than marrying my studly husband...
This week, I watched as teachers were loved on and spoiled. I watched countless students jump out of cars in the morning with presents and packages for their beloved teachers and saw the the fabulous hand-made presents that teachers were given beautifully displayed for all to see. It was so awesome to see how a community recognized the talent, skills and tireless work of these amazing teachers. I can not begin to express my thankfulness for each and every teacher that I come in contact with.
The thing that happened this year? I realized how much I loved being an educator. I fell in love my junior year of high school, and I'm so grateful I never looked back. As I continue to learn and grow into this role next year, I want to make sure that I never forget what the classroom was like. The classroom is a complex living, breathing creature. It constantly is moving, shifting, changing and in it's very simplest form, it is a work of art. The ladies and gentleman who enter those doors on a daily basis are amazing artists. I am so blessed to watch them take their canvases and create majestic works of art. To watch students learn and grow at the hands of such talented men and women is an awesome way to spend a day. Teachers are resilient, and even when their masterpieces take a different turn then they anticipated, their work is priceless. And...the amazing burden of helping students find their place in this world is a sculpture that is displayed in the most prominent part of each of their beings.
I'm so grateful for a year of learning and growing. I have loved every minute of my journey and I can honestly say: I truly have the best job in the world.
This week, I watched as teachers were loved on and spoiled. I watched countless students jump out of cars in the morning with presents and packages for their beloved teachers and saw the the fabulous hand-made presents that teachers were given beautifully displayed for all to see. It was so awesome to see how a community recognized the talent, skills and tireless work of these amazing teachers. I can not begin to express my thankfulness for each and every teacher that I come in contact with.
The thing that happened this year? I realized how much I loved being an educator. I fell in love my junior year of high school, and I'm so grateful I never looked back. As I continue to learn and grow into this role next year, I want to make sure that I never forget what the classroom was like. The classroom is a complex living, breathing creature. It constantly is moving, shifting, changing and in it's very simplest form, it is a work of art. The ladies and gentleman who enter those doors on a daily basis are amazing artists. I am so blessed to watch them take their canvases and create majestic works of art. To watch students learn and grow at the hands of such talented men and women is an awesome way to spend a day. Teachers are resilient, and even when their masterpieces take a different turn then they anticipated, their work is priceless. And...the amazing burden of helping students find their place in this world is a sculpture that is displayed in the most prominent part of each of their beings.I'm so grateful for a year of learning and growing. I have loved every minute of my journey and I can honestly say: I truly have the best job in the world.
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