So much more than four walls...
I am into the last unit of the school year. I will be leaving this classroom at the end of the year and heading off to a new adventure in Germany. My family and I are incredibly excited. And busy. Those of you who teach in international schools know what I mean. Boxes, forms, contracts, stuff, stuff, stuff....
I will miss this classroom. I grew immensely as a teacher and a human being. These kids have taught me so much about learning, playing, knowing, and being in the moment. Our classroom is so much more than just four walls. This space has changed a lot over the course of two years. It feels like a home. We are all comfortable here, we can share our feelings, celebrate our victories, and reflect on our defeats.
Looking at pictures, the class seems like a mess. Truth, it is. It is like a tangle of branches, wrapping itself around an abandoned building. It is not neat, it is not clean, it is not organized. To me, it represents the best of thinking in action. At time…
I will miss this classroom. I grew immensely as a teacher and a human being. These kids have taught me so much about learning, playing, knowing, and being in the moment. Our classroom is so much more than just four walls. This space has changed a lot over the course of two years. It feels like a home. We are all comfortable here, we can share our feelings, celebrate our victories, and reflect on our defeats.
Looking at pictures, the class seems like a mess. Truth, it is. It is like a tangle of branches, wrapping itself around an abandoned building. It is not neat, it is not clean, it is not organized. To me, it represents the best of thinking in action. At time…