It's been a long first semester. It's not even over yet. But I sit here in my empty classroom during my prep and realize how good it's been. I'm thankful to find the joy in teaching, again. My students are extremely awesome this year. My joy is from their joy of being in my class (even when they don't want to be). I have students in the past who have made into my hall of fame book for special classes. I have been blessed they have chosen to forge a friendship after graduation. And the former students always ask, "How are your classes this year? Anything like our class?" It's been a dry spell in the classroom, but this year my answer can be "Oh, yeah! Not as good as yours, but right up there!"
I laugh with my students. I cry with them. I celebrate with them. And will genuinely miss them school year when they have moved on to the next teacher. They care for each other. They work in groups and take care of one another. They get on each other's case for not finishing homework. And a few have called me "Mom". It's a badge I wear proudly. My classes feel like home instead of the 53 minute torture chamber.
So I have lots to be thankful for this season. I hope you do as well!