Tomorrow marks the start of another school year, my second "official" year of teaching. Honestly, it doesn't feel as if school is already beginning. I feel as if the previous academic year ended just a few days ago. It was good to meet my students tonight, get a feel for their families, and see the children get excited about having friends in their class. It also breaks my heart to see how some families operate - divorced homes with children caught in the middle, others with a heavy odor radiating off their clothing.
A few of my students from last year stopped by for a visit this evening. I really enjoyed that class, and I sure am going to miss them.
As my new group of students walk through the door tomorrow, we will begin a 180 day journey together. By the end, I hope that I make an impact on each and every child in some way. I wish to impact them academically, but I also hope that through my life I am able to share the love of Christ with my students. Sometimes the work of a teacher seems daunting and draining, but I know that I can do all things through Christ who gives me strength. At the end of the academic year when all is said and done, there's a joy that can be found as one glances at the growth made throughout the year. It cannot be explained; it's a feeling one must witness firsthand.
I'm grateful that for this time God has called me into this profession. Teaching and children are my joy and my passion. They're what I live for, and my career is one way I am able to be a missionary to those around me each and every day. I am so thankful that I chose to ignore the unkind words of one university supervisor when she said, "Maybe you should consider another profession. I just don't think you'll make it as an educator." If only she knew then, what I know now...
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