Some days, like today, it's really hard to be an educator. My job, at least to me, goes way beyond the curriculum. More often than not, I find myself feeling very much like the parent of a pack of 33 kids...at a time...and I worry I'm not doing enough to make a difference in all of their lives.
But at the end of the day, even the very, very bad ones, I know I'm blessed. To do what I do and love it so much makes sweeping the horribly painful moments under the rug a little easier.