When people ask if I like my job, I'm going to answer enthusiastically that I love it.
I am going to feel the way I dreamed I would feel, the way I felt when I left Glencliff after great lessons about A Brave New World with honors freshmen.
I am going to see my students as people (through much prayer because I know I can't do that on my own) and be a person myself (through a miracle from God because I struggle to be a person and to be personal and personable).
I am going to teach things I believe in teaching and be excited about my curriculum. I am going to be brave enough to be the dork I am and call it endearing.
I am not going to let management be a problem any more. Not a single smart aleck kid is going to ruin it for the rest. I am going to remind myself every day that being in charge and telling myself it's my classroom and not theirs is not a matter of ego but of securing the best learning environment for my best kids and for all of them.
I'm going to read and write and pray and be happy and be a whole person in my own life so my kids get to be taught by a real person who loves them, literature, and life- not a weary, bag-eyed, impatient shadow of a person.
I'm going to give myself a break for not moving on to "bigger and better" things and just love what I do and pray that I live in Christ no matter what I'm doing. If He wants me to move, He'll move me. But I have a suspicion the place and the job don't really matter; I think it's mostly a matter of heart and living light. Anywhere and everywhere.
I'm tired of bring a soulless, life-sucked bag of whining and griping and being discontent.
I was made to write, read, teach, love, and I'm going to do them.
Even and especially in my own imperfect little classroom.
