Today is most likely my last day subbing, ever, where I student taught, unless by some cruel fate I do not have a teaching job in the Fall. *knocks on wood that this doesn’t happen*
I’m actually quite depressed. The students have become MY students. The teachers and staff members have become my family. I’ve learned so much in this school district, and I’m not sure what to make of the thought of never entering these hallways again.
I’ve learned a lot about myself during this past year. I’ve learned what it’s like to take things for granted. I’ve learned what it’s like to be a teen parent. I’ve learned what it’s like to be worried that you’ll be deported. I’ve learned what it’s like to have to work 3 jobs after school to support your single parent and younger siblings. I’ve learned what it’s like to have a parent (or loved one) in jail. I’ve learned that the biggest question I’ll ever ask myself teaching is, “What else can I do?” To me, working in a school district where I can make a difference and literally save lives by believing in and supporting my students has become a priority.
While I don’t know what life has in store for me in the next few weeks or months or even year, I do know that I have found my passion in life in my lower-economic status, minority-filled, urban school district.
Thank you for giving me the best learning experience I’ll ever experience, ______ HS. I’m a better person for having taught here.