The only writing I did in the blink that was summer was the anxious penning of tentative lesson plans and scribbles in a travel journal damp with humidity.
Some things have changed (I’ve been to Africa).
Some things haven’t (I want and don’t have a kitten).
My absence from social media and namely, this blog, has been purposeful. The if-you-can’t-say-anything-nice variety of purposeful.
Traveling always jars my perspective in a way that can make me discontent with my current situation.
The same thoughts play on repeat. If my students could simply glimpse what life is like for students in Liberia or India, they would would be overcome with gratitude for the free education that is handed to them. I get so frustrated in those frequent moments when I’m fighting, trying to convince them to try, to learn.
But I’ve worked to reconcile these situations.
My students have every opportunity to succeed and every excuse not to.
The children in Liberia are so thirsty for opportunity they literally cling to every morsel of hope they can get their hands on.
You can’t quantify dreams, hope, or pain.
I owe it to my current students to earn their respect and make learning accessible. I don’t know their stories but I know their struggles are real.
I had a great summer but it was so brief that it’s taken me 3 weeks of being back to garner any excitement for school.
But I am indeed back and I am ready.