Today, I Felt Like a Failure

I woke up this morning with a sick headache.

But I went to school anyway.

Because who calls in sick on the third week of school?

I lost count when I was making the coffee, and I made it too strong.

The other teachers were in for a surprise.

I remembered to take attendance.

But I forgot to send it to the office.

I tried to open my web browser.

But I accidentally restarted my computer.

Then Windows had to install updates.

My head hurt.

I was impatient with my students.

I think I forgot to teach one class.

I didn’t grade a single paper.

There is a huge stack waiting on my desk.

I’m pretty sure my weekly newsletter had mistakes.

I know my weekly test schedule is wrong.

I didn’t even bother to answer emails.

I have no idea if my students took the right books home.

I’m not sure I even assigned all the homework.

I didn’t clean my room.

I just left.

Today, I felt like a failure…

…But God thinks I’m pretty awesome.

…So that’s the story I’m going with.

Delight

The Truth About Teaching

A former student texted me yesterday for help on a paper she’s writing for a college class. I was immensely flattered not only that she remembers me, but also that she apparently considers me a reliable source for a literature paper.

…And then I began to miss my students.

I miss their amazingness. And their frustratingness.

I miss our class discussions and our Brian Regan marathons.

I miss challenging them and being challenged in return.

(Don’t get me wrong – I love the ministry that I am now a part of. I know I am exactly where God wants me, and I find many aspects of my new position exciting, fulfilling, and challenging. And it’s nice to leave work at work, to not bring home fifty-seven essays to be graded every evening. But sometimes…I kinda get bored.)

So, in honor of my former students (and because none of my current students follow this blog), I am going to share a bit of the mystery of teaching. I am going to reveal a secret that I – and many teachers just like me – have kept hidden for generations. Continue reading

When We Come to the End

Note: It’s been a while since TIC was updated. (My students remind me of this quite often.) It’s not that nothing has been happening. In fact…quite the opposite…

“Wherever you are, be all there! Live to the hilt every situation you believe to be the will of God.” ~Jim Elliot

Two months ago, I submitted my resignation to the school at which I currently teach. Many circumstances and a plethora of prayer led to this decision, and I knew it was the right thing to do. Continue reading

Brace Yourselves!!

Life has been uneventful lately.

Not boring…just not blog-worthy.

We’re coming down to the less-than-two-weeks-away crunch time for Speech Competition [cross your fingers and bite your nails!], so things have definitely been happening. But they’ve been happening so smoothly that I’m a little worried. Continue reading

As Time Goes By

I flip on the floodlights and step out onto the stage.

Fifteen years ago, I stood in this exact spot. (Ok, a few feet back, really. We didn’t have the stage extension then.)

In my mind’s eye, I see my teenage self: similar black dress, similar string of pearls, similar black shoes – albeit, sensible pumps instead of the slightly-less-than-sensible stilettos that are now killing my feet.

Like the 360 cinematic sweep that is playing out in my head, I see my life come full circle. Continue reading

How I survived The Hunger Games

Once upon a time, in one of my early years of teaching, a parent asked me why I had The Hobbit on the reading list, but wouldn’t allow my students to read Harry Potter for a book report. “How different are they, really?” she wondered.

I had no idea.

I made up some sort of answer, I’m sure, about the difference between a craze and a classic, and how I wanted my students to develop an appreciation for quality literature, yada, yada, yada… She seemed satisfied, and I went on my merry little way.

A few years and a few more parental inquiries later, I figured I should maybe actually read these books that had everyone donning pointed hats, whittling wands, and waiting for letters. Maybe, I should see what all this madness was about. Continue reading