It Feels Like the First Time!: And here are my students...

There were times when I loved my students. I was so proud of their achievements as well as mine. There were some days when I genuinely looked forward to going to school everyday. Or I would really enjoy school once I got there. There were times when my students' smiles and eager to learn eyes would give me such encouragement and the will power and drive to keep teaching. It was these moments where my heart would melt (and it still does) and would make me feel like a worth-while human being.

And then there were other times when I would want to stab my eyes out, rip my heart into a million pieces, place my brain in a blender and shred it into a billion pieces. There were days when I wanted a better job. There were days when I would wish that my students would disappear (and it didn't matter in what way, as long as they were gone.) There were days when their eager to learn eyes would stab a thousand daggers in any direction where goodness prevailed, and would destroy anything that represented happiness with a blink. Oh man, there were some days I hated those kids.

But then the good always out-weighted the bad, and at the end of the experience, I will always miss my students. They were always have a special place in my heart - even if they wanted to stab it out.

And here are my students. (Note the gang signs)