The past month has not been a great one for me.
Actually, it’s been ridiculously tumultuous, to the point that I can’t even handle writing. As you may have noticed. Times like this are why I even created my blogging habits of Sunday Serenade and Saturday Snapshot – so that no matter how bad things got, I wouldn’t completely stop the blog. I would keep the habit and then, when I was feeling recovered, I would truly get back into it and continue writing.
I’m not there yet. I have no clue when I will be.
But I have something important to note.
During this ridiculous month, I spent 2.2 weeks teaching kids who were not actually mine, while my kids had a substitute in class. And let me tell you, it was the very opposite of a picnic.
I almost quit.
However, now that I’m back in my own classroom – taking a mental health day on Monday, no less – I have to say that my trials have shown me two important things.
#1: Sometimes cliches are true. Like this one.
It certainly did for both my students and me.
Which is oh-so case-in-point to #2: My students actually are worth it.
Yeah, I almost quit last week.
And yeah, I was miserable beyond words for two weeks.
But the silver lining to that mother of a cloud is that it reminded me how lucky I am to get the chance to build relationships with these students who really and truly need them. And that my students? My baby-children, as I affectionately refer to them? They’re good inside. Even if it’s way, waaaaaay buried underneath drama and tough shells.
But once in a while, they let it out. For me.
And that’s what makes my job special.