An Ode

To the penguins who will remain in my heart


I love my job.

Last year at this time I walked into a classroom, knees shaking, waiting to encounter the little lives who would show me the meaning of vocation. I met them. Seventeen eight year-olds, ready to embark upon a third-grade journey that I will not soon forget.

I cannot imagine my classroom without their smiling faces; this is the struggle. You only get to invest in them for one year, and then they move-on. A harsh reality for a first-year teacher, but one that also fills me with joy.




Go get 'em fourth graders!