Poetic Glow

I love my job! I love working alongside teachers. I love collaborating. I love teaching. I love problem-solving. I love learning together. However, there are certain times that I am homesick for the classroom. For the past two days I have set up residence in a fifth grade writing class. Each day I have entered class giddy at the prospect of seeing young ten year olds develop into enthusiastic poets. I think the teacher was skeptical. I knew otherwise. And just as predicted, their excitement for this genre bubbled up and out of them like an overflowing root beer float. They were inspired and desperate to share their creations with anyone who might listen to them; a silent writing environment was out of the question. As I looked around the room, there was a poetic glow shining from students’ faces. I miss that. However, as I chatted with the teacher about the lesson, it was her poetic glow, her willingness to take some risks, her excitement at the prospect of this genre that was just as rewarding as a classroom full of children. I love my job!

Addendum to March 8th post: My work pile has been filed, boys' laundry is in their drawers (minus socks - I hate socks), kitchen is clean (thank God for my mate), mail is sorted (thank God for a sister I can chat with while completing such a mundane task), pile of laundry is smaller - but still waiting:)