I think I found what I’m passionate about. For the moment, it’s teaching. Teaching one-year-olds, but still teaching. I think about ways to decorate my classroom more than I think about picking up a pen. I think about lesson planning and all the arts and crafts they can do.
Watching them grow and learn warms my heart, but I’ve also learned to not get too attached. It’s easier in some ways knowing that they won’t remember their time with me because it makes it easier for me to let go.
Something a teacher said once was that she remembers all of the really good kids and all of the really bad kids. I agree with this. It’s not that I’m a bad teacher for not remembering every kid I’ve ever met, but does everyone remember every teacher they’ve ever had?
Anyway, this is my whole life at the moment. I’ll try to write something more story like next week. Or maybe poetry, in honor of poetry month!

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