I’ve been preparing my geography class for about two weeks now. I tried to think through every potential problem. I tried to think of ways to make it really fun. Despite the hours of preperation, when the moment of truth came, I still felt unqualified and underprepared.
When we’d finally situated all fourteen students, five moms, and various elder and younger siblings, I realized it was time for me to stand up and speak. Goodness gracious! The class had grown so much since last year. What was that feeling? Stage fright?
I am as excited as I am nervous. What a joy it would be to inspire these kids with a love for exploring the world and learning new things. I want these kids to learn a ton, but even more I want them to learn to love learning.
I love each and every one of my students already. I can’t wait to get to know them more. I’ve always kind of dreamed of settling down to become a teacher after my young and adventerous days “conquering the world.”(That is what my family ceaselessly accuses me of attempting). But these kids! Their huge open eyes soaking up my words! Their crazy questions and sweet gifts! I may not get around to conquering the world after all. I am in danger of becoming addicted to teaching.