I resolve to work out at least three days a week, just not today because I will have to go to my house to change clothes, and then once I get there I will want to grab a drink and relax for a little bit, and then it will be dinner time, and soon it will be bedtime. Tomorrow.
I resolve to pick my son up from daycare and prepare a real, home-cooked meal three nights a week. This has been largely neglected for the past few years because I was super busy with getting a masters degree and other distractions, but now that my teaching certificate is firmly in hand and that terrible graduate school is a thing of the past,I feel the guilt to absolve some parental and kitchen neglect. In my lazy butt defense, the daycare IS on Curtis's way to and from work and ten miles out of my way, and teaching is exhausting and so is cooking, but eating at home will save money and be healthier. The main reason I don't cook more is by the time I have transformed something from raw and ingredients into something edible, it loses its appeal. The magic is gone and I don't want to eat it. Does this happen to anyone else? OK, daycare and dinner TWO days a week.
I resolve to continue to be the coolest ass teacher ever. Yes, I am pretty much a big deal. My principal LOVES my room. No, seriously loves it. This makes me super proud, because 1. positive recognition is rare and so wanted and 2. we worked a LONG time on the room. I meet my students today and I am so excited for the school year. I wanted to blog or keep a diary my first year, but I was so overwhelmed with a new baby, a new house, a new job, and going back to school full-time that I time for little but grading, creating work, and sleeping. This year is different. This is "supposed" to be the year a teacher hits her stride, so I am excited. The kids seem great and that's always a relief. One girl said to me today, "My brother said you were a horrible teacher." To which I retorted, "Well, your brother sucked, so is he really the best judge of character?" Technically that's what I said in my head before I jumped across the table and ripped her throat out all "Mean Girls-style"( I was going to say all "Alley McBeal-style" but I didn't want to show my age....
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I am a teacher! What I do and say are being absorbed by young minds who will echo these images across the ages. My lessons will be immortal, affecting people yet unborn, people I will never see or know. The future of the world is in my classroom today, a future with the potential for good or bad. The pliable minds of tomorrow's leaders will be molded either artistically or grotesquely by what I do.
Several future presidents are learning from me today; so are the great writers of the next decades, and so are all the so-called ordinary people who will make the decisions in a democracy. I must never forget these same young people could be the thieves or murderers of the future.
Only a teacher? Thank God I have a calling to the greatest profession of all! I must be vigilant every day lest I lose one fragile opportunity to improve tomorrow.
Ivan Welton Fitzwater