Today as I was leaving work after a 12.5 hour day (parent teacher conferences) I stood for a few minutes in my classroom. The lights were off and the only light was coming in from the sunset in my window. As I stood there I felt at home. I looked at the mess on my desk, the pencil shavings on the floor, the art on my walls, and I was filled with a sense of calm. I asked my friend, Siri, the meaning of the word home. She told me that home is, "the place where one lives permanently, especially as a member of a family or a household. An institution for people needing professional help or supervision. The goal or end." Thank you Siri, for giving the perfect definition for teaching. My classroom over the past two years has been my home. It is where I am the member of a classroom family, where I give help and supervision, and it is the goal or end. In my classroom it is a place of learning for myself and the kids. My classroom is a place where love can be felt constantly. I a...
Come What May & Love It.