Imposter syndrome and OCD make a wicked brew of anxiety, false confessions, and self-doubt... I didn't lie. My mind did - because I believed that I didn't deserve success.
I’m strong for my students because I love them and value them more than the world. I have never felt so much passion and purpose in my life before I began teaching 4 years ago.
I have taught children who have experienced terrible, unimaginable trauma; children with severe emotional pain; children who have hit, bruised, and swore at me - leaving permanent physical scars on my body; and children who have hurt other kids to the point of seriously injuring them and causing bodily harm.I’ve seen enough torment in children to last a lifetime.
Yet, this is my calling. Out of all of the things I could’ve done in my professional life, I chose to be a teacher. To see a child smile and get closer to reaching their personal and academic goals is the greatest joy I could have ever imagined. Every day, I walk into the classroom with the attitude of being the teacher that I wish I had as a kid.
If I can reach the heart of even one child, my life will be complete.
Like the moon on my chest,
I dreamt of the future.
A future where my tears are evidence of myHumanity.