Tonight was graduation. It was quick, fun, and quite painless. Except for when I got hit in the head with someone's mortar board. That was problematic.
I had to write a year-end reflection letter for the teacher induction program. They read part of mine at the colloquium. I'm practically famous. At the moment, I can't seem to remember that old saying about pride and the fall. Here's the last paragraph of my letter:
Growing up, I was never a “star.” I am not an athlete, I have no musical or artistic talent, and I was mediocre academically. I always hated that I was never great at anything, but that I “got by” in most areas of my life. Teaching has changed my view of myself. I know that a perfect teacher does not exist (and if she did, I would fall dramatically short of filling her shoes), and that truly excellent teachers never stop developing, but I have found an area of greatness in my life. What I do matters, and that is truly great.
4 comments:
I disagree that you were a mediocre student. I also want to mention that I've always thought that you were a star, despite a lack of "excelling" in the general, mundane areas that most people shine.
I think I am/was an excellent learner. We always liked that about each other; it was unusual to find another high school student who craved learning the way we did. That, however, is different from being an excellent student. I didn't do assignments that I didn't deem important, so my GPA didn't look quite like Melissa Wheeler's.
Thanks, Jessica. I think you're a star, too. Just like the verse and the tattoo.
You should post pictures of your time with my sister and that cute baby (well, mark too I guess) :-).
I wanna see some.
I don't have any pictures of Mark ;)
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