I stared out at my classroom of rowdy students, trying to regain their attention. We were on the last day before winter break, and they were all practically bouncing off the walls. I took a deep breath and began to speak, trying to sound firmer than I felt.
I began to hand out worksheets, trying to keep the chatter to a minimum. But it was like trying to hold water in my hands - the more I tried to control it, the more it seemed to slip through my fingers. bridgette b teacher pov
Because as much as I loved teaching, I knew that it was the students who made it all worthwhile. They were the reason I showed up to work every day, the reason I stayed up late grading papers and planning lessons. I stared out at my classroom of rowdy
As they filed out of the room, chattering and laughing, I smiled and waved goodbye. "Have a great break, everyone! I'll see you when you get back." I began to hand out worksheets, trying to
As I walked around the room, helping students with their work, I couldn't help but think about how much I loved teaching. It wasn't always easy, but moments like these - seeing my students' faces light up when they finally grasped a difficult concept, or hearing their laughter as they worked together - made it all worth it.
I sat down at my desk, surrounded by the quiet of the empty classroom, and let out a contented sigh. It had been a long semester, but I was ready for the break. I was ready to recharge, and come back to my students with renewed energy and enthusiasm.