That number...30...seems surreal. As I left campus today, I completed 30 years of teaching in the classroom. Amazing. Blessed. Chosen.
Besides 30 years, 4000 students.
Besides 30 years, 5,700 paid days spent aspiring.
Besides 30 years, more days added to that number above, unpaid.
Besides 30 years, four school districts, four classrooms.
Besides 30 years, numerous teacher friends.
Besides 30 years, friendships in abundance.
Besides 30 years, adminstrative leadership guiding us.
Besides 30 years, multiple preps each year.
Besides 30 years, lessons planned and presented.
Besides 30 years, hundreds of books read.
Besides 30 years, mistakes, too many, made.
Besides 30 years, goals achieved...and not.
Besides 30 years, never one paid vacation.
Besides 30 years, sick and personal days covered all needs.
Besides 30 years, in one pandemic taught. Thank goodness.
Besides 30 years, living what I was born to do.
Besides 30 years, after June, ready to plan for another.
This list could go on, yet, if you have taught, you know: there is no tired like that end-of-year tired. For this reason, I pause here to rest and recline, for on this evening of day 5,700, my math has reached it max capabilites!
Amazing. Blessed. Chosen.
