Another Monterey Roadtrip... WOOT!

I Didn't Know...

I didn't know that years of school and a college degree would be of little consolidation when facing a room full of bright little eyes on the first day of school. I thought I was ready...
I didn't know that five minutes can seem like five hours when there is idle time and an eight hour school day far too short for a well planned day of teaching.
I didn't know that teaching children was only a fraction of my job. No one tells you about the conferences, phone calls, faculty meetings, committees, paperwork and paperwork...
I didn't know it took so long to cut out letters, draw, and color pictures, laminate- all for those bulletin boards that were always "just there"...
I didn't know that I would become such a scavenger, and that teaching materials would be like pure gold in my hands...
I didn't know administration and co-workers that support and help you could make such a difference...
I didn't know that there would be children I loved and cared for and stayed up late worrying about, who, one day would simply not show up. And that I would never see them again...
I didn't know that I can't always dry little tears and mend broken hearts. I thought I could always make a difference...
I didn't know that children could feel so profoundly. A broken heart knows no age. I didn't know that a single "Yes Ma'am" from a disrespectful child or a note on my desk that says "Your the Best!" could make me feel like I'm on top of a mountain and forget the valleys I forged to get there...
I never knew that after one year of teaching I would feel so much wiser, tired, sadder, and happier all at once. And that I would no longer call teaching my job, but my privilege.

-Anonymous

Where are you going, cow?

Today I was driving home from work and I was stopped by a herd of cows. I kindly asked them to "mooooove" out of my way.