I miss teaching. This is actually part of the reason I don't make the trek back to Naperville Central all that often. This is a lousy excuse, but the truth is that every time I go back to visit, I spend the rest of the day feeling sad and downright discouraged. Not that I'm proud of this, but there it is. I loved working there. I mean, really, I felt totally at home among the teachers and students of NCHS. Heck, sometimes I even miss grading papers... though I think if I had been forced to read another paper about how Annie is determined or Benvolio is peaceful, I may have been easily persuaded to swallow some hemlock. I did like the narratives, though.
The main reason for this, I have no doubt, is that I loved my students. Narratives were a way to see a little more into their heads, hearts and lives. And that was my favorite part about teaching. Not the literature, not the summers off-- although I liked those, too-- but the kids. My kids. And if I had you in class, just remember-- I'm always going to consider you one of my students, my kids. If you didn't like me, then I guess you're hoping to get some good dirt on me here? Or something? If that's the case, you probably will. And I'm going to try not to take it personally.
I don't exactly know what I'm trying to accomplish with this, but now that I'm a mom of two sweet, wonderful little girls, my life is filled mostly with diapers, baby food, more diapers and board books. At times, I'll be honest, I feel like a waste. It's hard to quantify success in my new, chosen line of work. (The girls are alive=success. Woohoo.) Maybe I'm hoping to still teach something, but we'll see. Oh, and speaking of seeing (segway...), what you'll see in this blog is me-- memories, thoughts, current uber-exciting life events.
Hold on to your hats.
And to "my kids"-- this blog's for you.
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