Time sure does fly

It’s hard to believe that one year ago, I was getting ready to start the last semester of my undergraduate degree and take my daughter to daycare for the first time. It doesn’t seem like it was that long ago that I was sitting in the same seats as these 7th graders that I’m currently student teaching. I can remember being young without many responsibilities and now I have so many.

My daughter, my greatest gift and responsibility, used a spoon to eat her cereal this morning. With a big, beautiful grin on her face, she scooped it up, getting milk all over her, and ate each mouthful. It brought me so much joy and made me so proud.

Then I start my day of teaching because the other teacher is absent for today. I was so happy to see how cooperative my students were. How they listened and got their work done without much trouble.

They will never know how much I appreciated it or how I had trouble sleeping from the anxiety that I was feeling about today.

They’ll never know that I thought I was going to break down and cry because of another class that I had trouble with.

They’ll never know that I really¬†do want them to¬†succeed.

But at the end of the day, I’ll be happy about what they did accomplish and I’ll be proud of my daughter for always having that goofy grin and getting into things at home.

I live for this. For the good and the bad.