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Wednesday, September 7, 2011

Teach, Teacha!

So I've realized that I have not updated my blog in quite some time.  I've been accused of being MIA recently.

Here goes...

What have I been doing since this blog post?



Teaching, my friends, teaching.  But let me break it down for ya.  In the first 5 weeks of school I have awoken @ 5:45 a.m. to get ready and drop off my babies at daycare so that I can arrive to my school by 7:20 a.m.  I have met and am currently trying to remember the names of all of my approximately 250 students, 1/4 of those are new to our school.  (I couldn't imagine having to know all 750 of our students!)  I have worked alongside our Kindergarten teachers who are "blessed" with 30 babies students in their classrooms.  (Once again, I couldn't imagine more than 1 hour a day in those rooms.)  I have received countless hugs and waves (germs come with the territory) that would brighten anyone's day.  On the other hand I have encountered the most disrespectful remarks that would make (insert most disrespectful person you can think of here) feel ashamed.  I have tied shoes, fixed hair bows, buckled belts, and snapped snaps.  Students have proudly shown me new clothes/shoes and other homeless students have shown me how it smells to not have a bath for a long time. 

So far this school year, I have delighted in having my students show me what they have learned so far but I have also had my heart broken when a child is picked on for what they are wearing or because they are "different."  I have celebrated birthdays and called parents for behavior issues.  And as a parent, I have been called for "lazy" issues. I have had pictures drawn for me and former students expressing to me how they miss me this year.  I have had students tell me that they "don't want to learn Spanish.  I'm not ever going to go to China anyway."  I feel like a failure when I don't reach the unreachable but I feel like a million dollars when I do.  Believe it or not, I wake up everyday and do what I love to do.  It's a passion.  A way of life for me.  Some days I don't like my passion and I wish it would go away.  At the end of the day, I couldn't imagine another passion.  I love the Spanish language and culture and I love children. 

I ask for prayer for myself and my fellow teachers at my school.  We have a heavy load this year with full classrooms and MANY students that are not academically up to par.  Not only that, just watch the news.


***Please note that any reference of "I" can be replaced with "We, teachers"