A new end-of-the-year teaching tradition! Writing a letter from me to each block (that’s what we call our classes) to say goodbye, thank you, and to relive what we learned this year. I projected the letter (about 2 pages) in class and read it aloud to them, my voice cracking. Lots of moist eyes in the room, including mine. These students I had this year (9th, 10th, 11th grade) are really such wonderful human beings, kind, sensitive, and caring.
Feeling thankful that I, as a teacher, touch so many lives every year. Teachers have tremendous power with students and can harness it positively or negatively. A small encouraging comment to a student goes a long way; and a snark remark does the same- except it hurts. Teachers are not robots so I have done both positive and negative but I do aspire every year to be positive and supportive yet at the same time giving my students tough love that many of them need. Gotta love’em!
Struggling with feelings of missing my family – in Russia.
Weekend. Been slacking with my Golden Hour only fitting in the 12-15 minute meditation every morning. No morning pages, no exercise, no reading. I have also been staying up later because, well, it’s almost summer, and that naturally lead me to sleep later, too. Work has really eased up for the past two weeks so I can get to work a bit later and still have time to give 100% to students and colleagues.
Had a mommy and me date with my little man. He wanted to go to Panera and Home Depot. So we did! Bought three buckets of roses and planted them along the back side of the house.
Went to see a family friend and help her put a kitchen island together. I then wanted to go to the beach but T convinced me otherwise. It was late in the afternoon and roads leading to Jersey shore were packed. So we came back home and bummed around the pool and the back yard.
Not a lot pf pictures this weekend just a few
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