Lessons from Students

Do what you love – love what you do. It seems like a simple concept. As the first class I ever taught finishes their four years in high school I’m reminded of the real reason I started this job. It makes me happy. Teaching isn’t easy- don’t get into it if that’s what you thought or what someone told you. It is a job only for those who can handle it. The profession will at times wear you down- you may even cry on your second day as you drive into work (I only cried one time… And that’s a real accomplishment). This is a job that can be thankless- it is hated and judged by many. Maybe it’s our own memories surrounding our education that plagues our feelings towards educators.

But I love this job. I love teachable moments. I love the perspective of the world and the naive views that many freshmen begin the year with. I love seeing them go from babies to young adults. I love when they visit me after they have new teachers. Or when they are in college. I have students that are 22 now. And I love that some of them are exactly where I was when I started this profession. And some are looking to become teachers themselves.

So, on the last day of classes, as I said goodbye to so many of my “kids” I was very touched by one letter in particular.

20140616-174457.jpg
And it doesn’t matter what your profession is- just remember that every day you make a difference in someone’s life… Sometimes you don’t even realize it.

Do you feel appreciated in your job?
What role did teachers/school play in your life?

I Crashed a High School Reunion

Despite the title, I did not truly crash a high school reunion, however, I did attend John’s 10 year high school reunion last night. I debated pretending I went to high school with his former peers, but realized that’s weird. Instead, I began to feel a tidbit reminiscent of my own high school days which weren’t too long ago. 

And I began to think… 

Image

shameless selfie thinking face. In my bathroom. Because where else would you take a shameless selfie? Or maybe I am ashamed and that’s why I’m explaining myself…

In this day and age going to a 10 year high school reunion is a little humorous. So, what are you doing these days? Ok, let’s cut the bull. I actually already know exactly what you are up to. I follow stalk you on Facebook. And then there’s the other piece. We currently are the generation of people who live at home forever. Last night there were quite a few what are you up to these days with some awkward silences. Our parents generation were buying homes, getting married, and having kids left and right by this point. I’m at the stage where my friends tell me they are having a child, I ask if they are OK with that. The last time I asked, so, wow, are you ready? She responded with… I’ve been married two years. Yes. I planned this. Maybe I just need to grow up! 

Image

ImageAlso, I would like to apologize for the ecards I just posted. Unless you found them funny… In that case, I did too. 

In my nostalgia I began to think, have I changed that much since high school? Possibly to some degree. For example, I am not nearly as liberal as I was then. I used to fight everyone in my government class with my ideologies and tell everyone I will change the world! I may have believed I would be Michelle Pfeiffer from Dangerous Minds. I also cannot eat a bagel everyday for breakfast, eat fries everyday for lunch, and come home from work and chow down on a bag of pizza bites and/or pizza bagels (depending on whatever my friends mom bought that week). Oh, youth. On the other hand, I kind of look the same. Literally. I still look like a teenager sometimes. I got carded for redbull once, I didn’t even know they could do that.  

Image

Fellow blog friend, Jess from twothirtyate.com probably blogging about food circa 2004.

So, I thought to myself- what do I have to show for myself in the past ten years? Can I say I am content with all that I have done. And that doesn’t have to do with a job, a degree, or other “achievements” we place such a focus on. Yes. I am. I’m just happy. And happiness is not necessarily my life is perfect and amazing and wonderful. But my life is real. And I’ve worked for what I have and for that I am proud. So I guess what I’m trying to say is I’m really looking forward to seeing my old friends and acquaintances at my own high school reunion in two more years. Maybe I’ll bring John and have him convince everyone he graduated with us.