Thursday, August 11, 2011
I spent yesterday morning with Sister #1 in her classroom, helping her organize some things. She teaches high school English and is a very dedicated teacher. This year, she was promoted to head of the English department and she will and does have many more responsibilities. She will also have a new perk. An office all her own. Yippee!
We discussed how she wants to arrange her office and we had a ball with that. But mostly we unpacked books and I organized her monstrous wall shelving unit that had books crammed into it anywhere they would fit. (She moved to the previous head's classroom and this is the way she found it.) I am an organizing freak when it comes to things like that, and made sure every book was even and level, and all book titles could be read. She was amazed and very appreciative. And considering open house is tonight, very relieved. I enjoyed every minute of it.
As we stood at her desk doing some rearranging, I told her I really envy her a bit. When I was growing up, all I wanted to do was be a teacher. I played school most of the time, planning lessons, and creating work sheets. Even when no one would play with me I did this. And up until Mr. B Lines came into the picture and talked me out of going to college, I planned to be an art teacher.
Even though I regret not going to college, I don't regret the life God gave me. There is a reason for everything, and I believe this is the way it was meant to be. I have been able to teach little children in Sunday School and Children's Church. I've been able to teach my children, and am now free to be able to teach LMW. So in a sense, I did become a teacher, eh?