Teaching is a lot like playing a card game, the dealer gives you certain cards and you play with what you are given--for better or worse. Sometimes those cards are perfect and give you everything you need to play a perfect hand and then with a pull of a card the whole game can come crashing down in one fell swoop. That was my year, equal parts mighty successes and massive failures with one move.
I had the best of intentions to write my reflection on my third year of teaching last week, but much like this year things didn't go quite as planned. It is said that your third year is when things start to fall into place, everything gets a little easier, everything starts to work together. They lie. My third year of teaching was hands down my hardest. With that said I believe that in any situation in life we are refined by the hard situations and I was refined over and over and over again both as a teacher and as a person.
I said in my last two years of reflections that the "My first year I learned about the navigating being a teacher and surviving. My second year was all about the students and their needs." This year, my third year, was about marrying those two ideas together... and failing over and over again. But it was also was about learning to pick myself up motivate my students and pressing forward. This year wasn't always fun, I didn't always "like" what I was doing but I am better for it--a better teacher, a better person, a better comforter, a better motivator, a better me.
Year Three... Brought to you by coffee, lots of coffee.