There are exactly 3 weeks left of school and I can still remember the first day. I've almost survived my first (and possibly last) year of teaching! All in all, I truly have enjoyed the experience. I'm surprisingly more relaxed this last quarter, even among all of the end of the year chaos. I honestly wouldn't mind taking on another class in the future, but speech and hearing services beckons.
This is the time of year where you can truly see the fruits of your labor. Reaping what you sow, if you will. It's definitely rewarding to see the students' progress from the beginning up until now, and to be thankful that you were a part of that. Then you hope that you will be looked back on in fondness rather than contempt. My goal was to be the teacher that you can look back on and say, "She pushed me, but I learned."
Now I will only wait for what will seem like a year or two, when my 6th graders are seniors.
Peace and blessings,
Michelle
His Grace is Sufficient
12 years ago
