Doing my Postgraduate Diploma in Education is beginning to take its toll.
Drained and tired, getting the flu, not H1N1, but sick nonetheless.
Totally tired, I did not go to school on Monday.
I bugged me that I was missing class, but I figured it would not matter to the kids either way.
Was I ever wrong.
I opened my inbox and tears in my eyes as I saw the messages from my students
"Miss, you sick?"
"Miss, we missed you, you comin tomorrow?"
"Miss you MIA, gully or gaza?"
Lol...that last one I was like WTA dese chirren talkin bout now? But you understand.
I got up this morning and dragged myself to school. Though still under the weather, I thought I would go today, and take the rest of the week off. But...
My motivation to teach changed my mind. In fact, I think I even got better. Teaching my students makes me happy. I smile and laugh with them, even when I want to frown. I cannot help it. I do love them. I love what I do. It makes me happy. It gives me purpose and makes me willling to go above and beyond just to be there for them.
I have always said in the past that I loved my job, but today I realized that I get as much from it as I give - if not more.
Our hands - work. Toil. Try.
Our hearts. - trust. believe. love.
Our minds. - innovate. create. explore
With them we can do great things.
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I want that.
You can have that.
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