So
I have decided that there must be something wrong with my calendar.
There were some days that I thought that this time would never come but
now that it is here all that I want to do is turn back time and have
this year all over again, late nights long hours and all. Canyon has
been such as wonderful experience where I have been able to not only
grow as a teacher but as a person as well. The people that i have come
to know during this year have been a lasting impact on me. My team has
been so much more than I could have ever asked for. They also put up
with my silly questions, my need for help and direction. I knew that
despite the fact that they all had crazy schedules, I could go to any of
these amazing ladies and ask for help on a lesson, a management issue
or to just bounce ideas off of. I have learned so much from them over
the past year.
Then there is my dear sweet kids, because they are so much more than
just my students that I have the honor of instructing six hours a day.
There is no possible way that I only have one week left with my
sweet second graders! I have so much left to teach them, so much more I
want them to know and understand not just with school but in life as
well. I have seen these student blossom throughout the year. Students
who I could hardly get to speak at the beginning of the year I now have a
hard time getting quiet sometimes. :) I have celebrated at their
successes and accomplishments as if they were my own. Their heartbreaks
were my heartbreaks. The thought of letting them go, of trusting
someone else with my “kids” is difficult, but the knowledge that I will
probably never see any of them again is downright heartbreaking.
Sometimes I catch myself watching them and wonder what type of person
each of them will become. I hope that in some small way I have made an
impact in their lives because I know without any doubt that each of them
has made a lasting impact on mine. As I look back at where I was last
year when I was deciding which district that I would apply to to have an
internship in I had a very strong feeling that for some reason it
needed to be Nebo and now I know why. I needed to be here, at this
school with these students because of the wonderful influence that THEY have had on ME.
They have reminded me how to love in an unconditional way that somehow
adults seem to loose throughout the years. They have tested my patience
beyond what I thought I could handle some days (and heavens knows that
some of them test it more than others), they have taught me compassion
and the importance of forgiveness and to laugh at myself and never take
anything too seriously. So for all of the hours spent staying late,
writing lesson plans, getting materials ready I still feel as though
they have given me more than I could have ever dreamed. Three more years
with these group of kids wouldn’t be enough, never mind a measly
week. I am going to be a complete basket case when the end comes
because I can’t even right this journal entry without crying at the mere
thought of leaving them.
