Because as much as I loved teaching, I knew that it was the students who made it all worthwhile. They were the reason I showed up to work every day, the reason I stayed up late grading papers and planning lessons.
As I scanned the room, my eyes landed on a familiar face - or rather, a familiar messy bun and pair of bright blue eyes. My student, Alex, was grinning mischievously at his friend, no doubt plotting their next move. bridgette b teacher pov
I stared out at my classroom of rowdy students, trying to regain their attention. We were on the last day before winter break, and they were all practically bouncing off the walls. I took a deep breath and began to speak, trying to sound firmer than I felt. Because as much as I loved teaching, I
"Okay, class, settle down. I know you're all excited for the break, but we still have a few things to cover before you head out the door." My student, Alex, was grinning mischievously at his
How was that? I can certainly continue the story or try a different approach if you have any specific requests!
I sighed inwardly. It was going to be one of those days.