Today is the last day with my students.
It is a bit surreal that I am finishing my third year of teaching. I still remember my first day of my first year. I stood in front of a classroom of children and thought- Now what do I do?
Teaching is such a funny thing. There are so many ups and downs. So many times when I question- What is the point of this? And then the gratification of when I can answer my own question.
There are times when I want to get a running start and jump out of my third floor window, and in the next second, throw my arms around a student because they need it.
Sometimes I swear I am a stuck record, but love when my students finish my sentences.
Great. I sound schizophrenic. (I have been accused of having "two voices.") One thing I know for certain... I am exhausted. Therefore, this weekend, I shall shop.