Learning came easy to me, so I thought it would be easy for me teach others. I knew I had the patience to be a teacher and inspired by my elementary school teacher, I became one.
Little did I know that just as I could change the world for better, I can also change the world for worse by being a teacher. If the science of classroom management, grading, or teaching a lesson isn’t followed, then being a teacher is not enough to make a positive difference.
To make a positive difference you have to be phenomenal.
Little did I know that I would have more than one hundred and fifty students a day, and how difficult it is to keep up with each one.
More and more I’m finding that changing the world for better is really simple. Changing the world was never tied to my career.
More and more I’m retreating inside of myself and finding that changing the world was never the goal. Changing the way I see the world was. And the world keeps teaching me how to see its beauty despite…
Because it got hard for me to get up in the morning, I began treating each day like it was my last one, and it has been freeing to view each day as a new beginning versus seeing it as a ritual of sameness or sadness or discontent.
Instead of the overwhelm or the stress or the disappointment I sometimes feel because I will never be the superhero teacher, I think about how my purpose is not to change others or the world.
I ask myself: what of the world needs keeping not changing?
The kind gesture, the smile, the way we take turns being patient with one another.
To change the world there are things that must remain the same, so maybe changing the world was never meant to be difficult.