The End of the First Year

Trip Start Jun 24, 2006
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Trip End Aug 10, 2006


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Tuesday, June 20, 2006

So the school year ended. Without fanfare. Without drawn out reflections, without tears, without one last pep talk or motivational lecture. I simply signed some yearbooks, wished my students well and locked the door behind them. I wrote no poems, no prose, I took no nostalgic photographs. I didn't over analyze and process to death. Completely out of my character, I know, but also out of necessity. I was just too tired, too exhausted, too emotionally drained to summon up the strength and energy for one last song and dance.

Nonetheless, I'm proud of what we've done this year. I'm looking forward to the next. I am, without a doubt, an educator. What a satisfying feeling. And I feel like we've accomplished something special. Although success is measured in baby steps around here:

Dalton actually smiled in my class today! Josh pulled his grade up to a C-! We finally placed Andre in a Behavior Classroom! The kids were excited by today's lesson!

Ahhh, but our kids are still poor. And part of me still pities them - an emotion I've been fighting all year. I've done right by most of them, although it's not enough to turn dysfunction into prosperity. I just keep forcing myself to measure success on an immediate and small-scale basis. Well isn't that life, I guess I might be growing up just a little bit - a well kept secret between you and I.

We measure success on an immediate and small scale basis while assuming that our efforts will have unseen and yet unknown benefits for the students we teach, keep busy, love, hate, cajole, reward and remind.

I became a teacher because of my worldview. I don't concern myself much with a creator, I do not believe in divine intervention or other forms of fate. I believe all the best things and all the worst, the miracles and the evils of life are creations of humans and humans alone. I believe if progress is to be made, it will come only through hard work and the kindness of others. I believe I am working for social justice in the upper north hall, room 201.

And an interesting thing happened: this year taught me to measure success on an immediate and small scale basis, while believing that the true rewards of my efforts will be impacting in some unobservable way in my students' futures. We have to believe - to keep us going, to keep our spirits high. The bleeding heart agnostic found faith. There's a hell of punch line.
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maime
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BE SAFE!
Hey Belle....nice , what is this, a blog? I am so very tech - deficient. So, our trip to Seattle rocked! I am glad that I will be able to keep tabs on your travels...I will miss you and your daily jargon in the hall. I will be anxious for your return. I have been thinking about Steve, as well..you world travelers, you....meanwhile, I mowed the yard. Good stuff! Kottkamp ( the other Ms. K )

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it's your motha'
I was awake at midnight imagining your departure. One thing about you girl is that you know how to deliciously mix it up. You should share that recipe sometime.
Here I am off on another vicarious adventure with you. As I travel with you through my cyber pal here, it amuses me that this all happens in the same room you were born in. Must just be a mom thing. Hope everything worked like the plan and you are now in San Miguel.
It's a good thing one of us stayed here to do the mowing. I know you really wanted me to go in your place but you'll remember I insisted you go.
Don't forget to let me know at least every couple of days it's all good. Sorry, over three days not a good idea. Must just be that mom thing again, who loves you.

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