Friday, July 26, 2013
The First Day of the Rest of my Life
By the afternoon I was going from classroom to classroom delivering materials and asking anyone if they needed help. It would have seemed to most to be a rather dull day, but to me, it was refreshing and exciting. The school was a place where I felt like I had a purpose. Even with the most menial of tasks and without really having a chance to work with children, I still felt valuable. The bright atmosphere, excited young faces, and so much potential had captivated me instantly. Over the years I would get to know some of the less bright parts of working in schools, but despite their emergence, that first day was one that I would never forget. I knew just from being there on a day where I did so little, that working in schools was something I was meant to do.
Over the next three years I worked in many capacities while I attained my teaching certificate. I grew up as a boy at that school, and over the next three years I began to grown as an educator.