It didn't hit me until last night when I was thinking about what to wear and bring for Field Day with my third graders today. Do I wear a t-shirt or a thin, but styled shirt? Do I wear blue or khaki Bermuda shorts? Do I put on sunscreen or not? Do I get myself coffee or make it before I go to school? Just stupid, insignificant questions that distracted me from the big picture. As I sat down to write a silly status on Facebook about it, it hit me and it hit hard. Not only was it my last day with these students that have made my student teaching career so enjoyable and fun, but the school and community that has supported and pushed me to be the teacher I am now. It would be naive of me to say that this school is the model for the perfect community that I look for because it's the only school that I've worked at, but it truly did feel like home.
As a teacher, they reach many lives, whether is significantly or only for a minute. I hope that I've been an impact on the students even though I was only a student teacher and substitute teacher. I know I did with my third graders. One parent told me that her son decided to come to school on Memorial Day for Field day because I was going to be substituting in his class. This student had a choice of not coming to school and I was the deciding factor! I'm overwhelmed by the thought that a student came to school because of me. Granted, the was not even a minute of instructional time today, but still I'm humbled.
You're probably thinking that's the opposite of what I should be saying, but I am. It's the realization that I am doing something right, but truly, I chose the right career path- I listened to Him. I'm also in one (if not) the most rewarding careers with the least pay. That is humbling.
If I was able to get one child to come to school while I making an impact as a student teacher, then it's time to move forward and (hopefully) make even more positive impacts on my own classroom of students. My time at this school cannot be written in a chapter neither can my time at Radford, Roanoke, or Blacksburg. Therefore, I'm finishing up this book over the summer with goodbyes and thanks to the ones that have impacted my life just as much if not even more.
"Don't cry because it's over. Smile because it happened."- Dr. Suess


