It's been several months since my last post. I actually like what I do. I like being around children. It reminds me of what it was like to be a child in a not-so innocent world. I like when a student asks me how to answer a problem that can't solve on their own.There are those days when I want to just swallow nails. I'm exaggerating of course. Every now and then there are those difficult students that make a day feel longer than what it really should be.
Sometimes its the things you don't expect to hear that open your eyes as a substitute. A kindergarten student voluntarily told me once about her father being in jail, a thirteen year-old told me how her mother's boyfriend was abusive, a second grader told me her family was moving to a shelter, and a third grader told me once about the gun shots at night that made it hard for him to get to sleep. As shocking as some of these things are to hear from a child these things aren't as shocking as the fact that they decided to share them with a stranger. There are times when I can relate to the students. Like the fourth grader who was living with her grandmother because her mother died. It made me realize that as depressed as I was over losing my mother, I could have lost when I was a child and that would have been even more heartbreaking.
I look at every day as an opportunity for me to learn something about myself and other people and to also grow as an individual.
