Differences

I think that we all want to make a difference. And sometimes we do make a difference and don't even know it.

Today, I watched one of the members of my 7th grade small group get baptized. And after thanking her parents, she said that she would like to thank her small group leader, Beth.

Wow.

A difference.

But really I should be the one thanking her. For being an incredible 12 year old. For reminding me what simple faith is. For encouraging me to walk with Christ in a more authentic way so that I can be an example.

A guess that making a difference always effects both parties.

I like teaching. Really I do.

And I like high school. I remember the fun stuff that wasn't learning and so I recognize how important that kind of thing is. That is why today I dumped my geometry plans to review sine, cosine and tangents in favor of taking my classes to the auditorium to watch the One Act Play. (Plus, who really wants to try to fight the Homecoming Friday Hype in order to review trig functions?)

But just now one of my trig students came in to critique my teaching. He means well, but I don't think he has a clue as to how badly he hurt my feelings. And it isn't that he was wrong in what he said. On the contrary, he was far too spot on. He accused me of not being personal enough and pushing them too hard. (In turn, I accused him and the class at whole of always misbehaving and not putting forth a valid effort.) And he is right.

I like teaching, but there are some days I hate me the teacher.

I hate being stern. I hate threatening to call home. I hate pleading with students to try. I hate being forced to cut out the fun things of high school because they can't behave during the non-fun parts.

Thank goodness it is Friday afternoon and I don't have to be me the teacher until Monday.

Day 2

Again, high intentions of writing something worth reading. I even started some drafts yesterday that I thought would be pretty good entries.

But one of the boys has a bottle of Nautica Echo cologne in his bag and it broke. My head is pounding. I can barely think past the smell.

Sorry. It will have to wait until tomorrow.

Since it turns out that only my sisters and momma are reading this, you might find it interesting to know that I got flowers sent to work yesterday.

Day 1

I have been thinking that I needed to write more, but honestly I don't know where to find the time. And I feel pressured to write something of value. I am fully aware that you don't want to know what I had for breakfast. And while me slicing off my finger trying to pit an avacado is mildly funny, it does not a good post make.

Still, I read about a challenge to post at least once a day, everyday in November. And I am always up for a good challenge.

As lame as it is, this counts for today. Stay tuned for updates.

I would ask this- drop me a comment so that I know who is reading. Since I haven't written in a really long time, I don't know who is randomly checking. It would be nice to know.