Honestly? I had myself a little weep in the car on the way home yesterday. This teaching thing is hard, probably because I bounce out of bed planning to be Ms. Perfect Teacher of the Universe and, well, you know.
Actually, I was the Perfect Teacher for a few minutes yesterday. It’s like an eclipse –you have to be there to see it when it happens, and then it’s over.
But there is tomorrow.
Friend or foe, tomorrow?
Seems a bit foe-ish, because once again I’ll make perfect plans in the morning and they very well might go cattywampus by seventh period. Or maybe they’ll land better than expected. Only God knows.
One thing’s for sure. I’m gonna love those people.
I’m gonna love the quiet ones to whom I have to say, What? When I call roll.
And I’m gonna love those rowdy ones to whom I have to say, Shh, quiet, work 17 kajillion times in 45 minutes.
Because living is for people. Sometimes I forget and think living is all about my job or my chores, but no.
“If you really keep the royal law found in Scripture, “Love your neighbor as yourself,” you are doing right.” (James 2:8 NIV)
Let’s give it another go, shall we?