Coming Up for Air

I had always vowed to leave teaching before I became one of the teachers who was bitter and angry. I left a bit too late. But I had never stopped caring, wanting the kids to succeed, or loving the challenge of finding a new way to bring the content to life.

The passion that kept me afloat was also what wore me out.

I couldn’t stop the frustration of working against a system that disregarded everything research shows us concerning adolescent development. Our administration stripped the teachers of the tools necessary to help students succeed and then blamed the teachers when kids struggled.

I was sinking, and I knew I had to come up for air.

SURRENDER

I am a feeler and a fixer. I often keep the feeling internal and demonstrate my concern by trying to fix. I am getting slightly wiser with age, and I’m learning to try to keep the fixing to myself and share the feeling.

GRACE TWISTER

I think I am back. I think I know it again. I know who I am in my creator and the fulfilling of his plan for me, but I reserve the right to learn it again. I reserve the right to get up if I stumble again.

Won’t you? Won’t you give yourself the same right? Every lesson we know, we can know again. Every truth can be understood again. We can be wrong and find right again and again. I am finding right again. I am finding write again….

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