When I read this post from Stace L, I though what she writes could inspire other teachers just starting out on a new school year.
I had a dream this morning from which I begrudgingly awoke. In fact, I’m not sure I woke up from it at all – it was one of those dreams that stay with you for a long time and actually changes you. It was one of those dreams that you hope to have again very soon to see if new events unfold – like a drama on television that you just can’t seem to get enough of. Only, this dream was “mine”. It was about me. It revealed things in me that I had buried. It piqued my curiousity and disrupted my thinking.
I was teaching again.
I was back in the classroom.
With “badass” kids whose lives were set on a self-indulgent, anti-societal path at a young age. So, in fact, they were only “badass” to society – not to me. To me, they were wonderful. They were inspiring…
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