There I was; typing, copying, and pasting my worksheet when I realised I was in my element.
Browsing the depths of the internet looking for the perfect image to complement the incredibly complicated simple tasks I had put upon paper.
I was enjoying it.
I was happy to put time and effort into this worksheet; editing the language to make it more accessible. There were boxes to be numbered, crosswords and word spirals, pictures to be coloured, a story to be read and a song to be sung.
I enjoy searching for, reading and examining other's foray into lesson plans and student worksheets. Every teacher is an artist searching for a new means to communicate a theme or topic to a hungry audience, an audience that is desperately seeking an interpretation relevant to their life and existence.
I am forever learning new tricks. I keenly watch my colleagues and peers, taking a note of their approach, the resources and the reception. I ask too. I ask questions and I ponder out loud. I read and I read often and I complain even more so. But in complaining and opening myself up to criticism I am also learning.
Life is a learning curve.
I'm staying in school.
I don't know if I can ever leave.
My mind is buried there under a messy pile of lesson plans and uncorrected papers.
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