Melting Crayons
I could start summer break today. Not because I'm tired of teaching for the year...rather we just bought a house and I would like to spend my days sorting, packing, cleaning, and being in charge of only me.
I really feel blessed and close to God when I'm teaching and out in the woods at school. But I'm selfish and not really good with my time. I'm the electric razor you charge for 8 hours to get 20 minutes of buzz time. I'm tired from the commute and extra hours of trying to maintain my status as a 'good' teacher. Which is a bit frustating, because who aspires to just be 'good'? What makes a 'great' teacher?
God: "Great teachers have their students melt old, stubby crayons on wax paper."
Me: "I used the heart-shaped cut outs and picked a choice spot on the wax paper to clip out. Those hearts of amalgamated colors will be pasted to the student's flower pots for Mother's Day.
God: "When did you think of doing this?"
Me: "After we melted crayons."
God: "Hahaha. You better get home and plug in."
I really feel blessed and close to God when I'm teaching and out in the woods at school. But I'm selfish and not really good with my time. I'm the electric razor you charge for 8 hours to get 20 minutes of buzz time. I'm tired from the commute and extra hours of trying to maintain my status as a 'good' teacher. Which is a bit frustating, because who aspires to just be 'good'? What makes a 'great' teacher?
God: "Great teachers have their students melt old, stubby crayons on wax paper."
Me: "I used the heart-shaped cut outs and picked a choice spot on the wax paper to clip out. Those hearts of amalgamated colors will be pasted to the student's flower pots for Mother's Day.
God: "When did you think of doing this?"
Me: "After we melted crayons."
God: "Hahaha. You better get home and plug in."
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