The last few weeks have been filled with anticipation at school – we (students, teachers, parents) were eagerly awaiting the end of middle school for our “graduates” – the end of homework, tests, grading, getting up early – the discipline involved in every day. Well, last night, our 7th graders had their closing ceremony and reception. It was beautiful and magnificent – from the mass to the elegant farewell party and walk down memory lane.
As I was leaving the reception, my heart was completely overcome with gratitude for being blessed to have the best job in the world! I have been given the gift of having a job that I truly love to go to everyday. I realize that most people cannot say that. To have just a tiny part in educating a young mind and soul is a tremendous responsibility and treasure at the same time. The kids have given so much more to me over the years than I could have possibly given to them – just in being themselves – precious people made in the image and likeness of God – EVEN when they have not acted so “precious.”
Ironically, I hated school as a child – from first to twelfth grades. Things didn’t get better for me until I got to college. I think that subconsciously – and maybe even consciously sometimes – I set out to try to make the classroom a much better place for my students than it was for me. God allowed me to have that terrible experience as a child to shape me my teaching today. I only hope that I will be able to retire before I get cranky! I never want it to be said of me that, “she should have quit a long time ago.”
My niece, who I am so proud of, is studying to be a teacher. I hope that she will love it as much as I have loved it! I can’t think of a better way to spend my life (outside of being a wife and mother, of course!) Thank you, Jesus!!