Well, I guess I can add Atlanta, Georgia to my list of places I have lived. And it looks like, I may be here a little longer than expected.
I am officially a High School Teacher. What?! A High School Teacher? I mean, I have always loved kids. I did love High School. But a Spanish High School teacher? I was made to believe that my Spanish was never as good as my brother’s or cousins’
Someone once told me, If you are called, you are qualified.
And, I can honestly say, the Lord has called me to this place–to love these kids, to teach Spanish, to learn from all people around me, to go to this Church.
As crazy as this job is, I laugh SO much. I laugh so hard that sometimes it is hard for me to discipline my kids. Oh man, High School kids are just crazy, unexpected, and frankly, hilarious. They say the most ridiculous things–and I just love it.
Like anything though, I have hard days. Sometimes kids say things that are hard to hear. Sometimes they are brutally honest and say hurtful things. Sometimes or most times I have a ton of work to bring home. And sometimes I ask myself, “What am I doing here? How did this happen to me?”
But then those days come, when a 16 year-old girl comes into my classroom and tells me of her pains and hurts, and you get to share with her that Jesus loves her and that she is beautiful regardless of what someone on Twitter says or she is worthy regardless of what her father tells her. Or days, when a colleague assures you that, “You are good at what you do and that I believe in you.” Or days, when they are working quietly while
I love what I do. And sure, sometimes I have to remind myself why I love what I do, and why I am here. But the truth of it is, I love being able to love on High School Kids, and I love that God gave me a way to do it through teaching Spanish. So when I ask myself that very question, “Is this real life? Me? A teacher?” I answer it with, “Yes, this is real life, and thank God it is.”
Will I be here forever? Will I be a Spanish High School teacher forever? I don’t know. But what I do know, is that I have to do something where I get to share life with people, and build relationships with people because as it says in Isaiah 61 which hangs in my classroom…I am here “because the Lord has anointed me to preach good news to the poor. He has sent me to bind up the brokenhearted, to proclaim freedom for the captives and release from darkness for the prisoners…to bestow on them a crown of beauty instead of ashes, the oil of gladness instead of mourning and a garment of praise instead of a spirit of despair. They will be called oaks of righteousness, a planting of the Lord for the display of His Splendor.”
My hope is that I can keep accounts of my experience as a teacher. So I hope I can update this blog before the next year. Until next time…