Saturday, August 29, 2015
A Good Kind of Tired
If you teach, you'll understand why I slept most of the way to the lake last night. And that when we got to the cabin, I put my pjs on and wrapped up in a blanket for the rest of the night.
It's a good kind of tired.
It's the tired of learning new names and making sure to talk and connect with every single kid that walks in my room.
It's the tired of creating family with a group of strangers
Of making my room a safe place to land.
It's the tired of finding the right book for the right kid and learning why 42 kids took creative writing.
It's the tired of welcoming a student into speech class for the 3rd time and then two class periods later welcoming him to drama. After five days, it's seeing insecurity in that student you'e never seen before.
It's convincing boys that they can write and then wondering if you'll ever get to peek at the magic being written in a girl's notebook during every break in the action.
It's the tired of planning for the next week and making sure it's rigorous and worthy of their time, but not so difficult that students give up before they start.
It's the tired of wishing you were a month into school and already enjoying those relationships you are busy cultivating now.
It's the tired of a teacher after the first five days of school.