neccessities

These past few weeks have been filled with no breaks. The first month of school always feels the most insane and this year is especially so. I feel like I haven't really breathed since I returned from Vegas/NewYork/Boston/Florida.

The good news is that teaching is the most rewarding thing I've ever done and just seems to become increasingly more important to me each year. I'm really trying to be more intentional about things this year. Sam, a clever sophomore who always seems to make me laugh and get me off topic, stopped me on Friday to tell me that I was "killing it" this year. That's a good thing. I tend to agree. I've been planning lessons diligently and thoughtfully, trying not to wait to the last minute. I've made teaching the most important thing in my life and I want to be really good at it. I want to do whatever I can for these kids that I adore. I haven't made it home before 8 p.m. once since school started, but they're understanding tone and diction, thinking more about their actions, and are enjoying learning. I've been in love with teaching from the first day I walked into the classroom and I can't imagine getting the enjoyment that i get out of it from anything else. I spend my entire day laughing and reading poetry and saying terrible jokes that none of my students think are funny. I get to make people really happy just by smiling at them and they get to feel like someone cares. It's really the best thing in the world.

However, I now have 48 minutes before I have an essay due for grad school. I have a sink full of dishes that need to be washed, loads of laundry needing to be cleaned,hair that really needs to be colored and chipped nail polish.I haven't been to the grocery store in two weeks and my gas light is on.

In his poem, Your Laughter, Neruda explains this phenomenon:

"Take bread away from me, if you wish,
take air away, but
do not take from me your laughter."

I guess I've found what I really need to live.

flash and back

I'm brimming with hope about my life. This school year feels different, more fresh. My heart has sealed over and seems to even have forgotten it was once ripped open without warning. Each morning I wake with a sincere joy for all the things my life has given me, all the things I've worked for and am closer and closer to achieving. I can see myself becoming a better teacher and it makes me happier than I've ever been. I want nothing more than to inspire something in my students; Sometimes I don't even care what that something is.

new school

It's almost 2 a.m. and my ability to sleep properly has left me. I spent the weekend seeing concerts, drinking heavily and eating a lot. I had friends in town and I guess that's what we do best. However, the first day of school is tomorrow /today and I can't manage any beauty sleep. I'm so excited for this year to begin. I love my job so very much and it seems to get better each day. There are also lots of new teachers this year which is always an exciting thing. I love watching new teachers make it past the worst days and end up smiling. It's what we do best.