i felt like such a waste today. a waste of space. a waste of breath. a waste of sound.
i felt so small trying to talk to a bunch of 15-year-olds who were more interested in their own conversations than mine. like someone had stolen my voice.
this day was definitely unlike any other that i’ve experienced in the classroom. i can’t stop thinking that some how, i’m a failure. that maybe i can’t actually live this out. that i can’t do it.
then, i remember what it feels like to see connection spark in a student’s eyes and to know that i helped them find it. and i remember that everyone has bad days and that sometimes, 15-year-olds are just pains. and i get an encouraging “…but you’re geed at it. and you love it” from my best friend. and i just breathe a sigh of relief because this day is almost over and a new dawn is already on its way.
it was just one day. one class. and there will be many more.