The spring semester is the busiest time of year for me as a teacher. I don’t necessarily mean that I’m physically more busy, though sometimes I am. The spring is more demanding of all my cognitive and emotional resources. If you know a teacher, that person likely feels the same way. Pray for us ❤️
What I used to dread has now become my favorite part of what I do. This part of the year is like a marathon I’m running until May, and by February I’ll be enjoying a runner’s high. I’ve spent today knee deep in theory trying to put together the best of all I’ve ever done to offer it to my kids. And you know what? I’m going to have fun. If it isn’t fun, then my job is boring, and I can promise you no one can accuse me of having a boring job.
Here’s to Spring.