Today was a day unlike many others that are had at the hands of school administration and personnel. Today marked the last day of my demonstration teaching as a student and thrust me (in some unwanted ways) into the world between "figure it out on your own" and "you are now considered learn-ed".
Yikes. ...and yay.
There were twelve children that gawked at the ideas that life could offer more than the four walls of a classroom. Every day of the last eight weeks, they inquired (sometimes incessantly) of new ideas and concepts, they added insight (with the limitations of being eight-years-old) and often, inspiration. And still, today I had to say "good-bye" with a twinge of promise that I might be back - even though I still do not know what that means or if it is true. I wish it were. I want for a classroom large enough to house every quandary, to feed every hunger (literally) and to elevate every inspiration. In as many words I do believe that is where I am heading - to find that place; to embody that space. But so far as this evening is concerned, I am left longing.
Dear little ones full of hope and inspiration -
I miss you and want for more. I love that you're so trusting and believing. I smile at the thought that you are so very caring. I shutter at the thought that the world will change you, and I wish against my deepest wishes that there are wonderful, awesome, superfluous dreams for you to fulfill. There are. They just exist in the realms of continuance. Please continue. Please understand in the realms of education, that there are reasons that persons are placed in your life, and that there are intentions beyond your control. Please believe. Believe as I do and ...thank you.
Thank you for your trusting, grateful, intended lives. If only little ones...if only. On a lucky day of finding two or more head's-up pennies, I hope to meet you once again and bid you well on your journey. And if it is such a lucky day, I will more than likely buy you a cocoa and smile inside and out at the thought that you are now making it.
You little teachers, you.
Fondly,
Me
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