My Classroom

I can’t say I ever thought I would have my own classroom, but now that I have one, I like the idea of taking charge of a class. All of the classes I failed to enjoy in high school and college come rushing back to me each time I realize this is my chance to make sure school isn’t lame for the four boys in my class. I haven’t taken very many pictures of my work placement since my arrival, but here are two:

Three out of four students, my teacher desk, and the dreaded window that lights up the room but also gives children access to disturb the class.

Three out of four students, my teacher desk, and the dreaded window that lights up the room but also gives children access to disturb the class.

Rear shot.

Rear shot.

The chalkboard, some old textbooks, and our imaginations are just about all of the materials we have to work with, but I think we still have fun. Some days are tough…everyday it tough actually–some are just tougher–but in the end, I still can’t get over how lucky I am to be serving as a teacher. I can already see myself keeping a photo of my class on my refrigerator for years to come, just to remind me of the magic of teaching, of getting to help progress another human’s education. What an honor.

About mattylife

"And no one is a stranger...for long."
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One Response to My Classroom

  1. Larry says:

    When I was a kid, we had only imagination and what we could build ourselves for entertainment. I really look back on those days with a great deal of fondness.

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