The Human in Here
Good Morning Everyone! Today begins week #3 of the school year for us. The crisp new portfolios are personalized and showing early signs of wear. Books on the shelves breathe a little easier as kids have claimed their first reads. And a new group of teens lounges on carpets, in chairs, draped across the floor reading. This is the first year of teaching for me that one of the humans I live with is now the same age as the humans I teach. My son has reached 9th grade (although not at the same school) and as I look at the faces in my class this year, I can't help but see him there. My daughters, in 7th and 8th grade, are not far behind. This also means I can't help but see the lives at home all my students are leading as well. I see the sports practice, time with friends, amount of food consumed on what seems like an hourly basis. I see the hunts for lost cleats, the struggles with homework, the draw of the phone. And I also see all those pare