Confession: I never imagined I'd be teaching 6th grade.
In fact, halfway into summer I didn't think I'd be teaching at all. And I here I am, three weeks in to shaping the minds of middle schoolers. 100 pre-teens trying to find their place in this world.
Mean while I'm struggling to stay afloat everyday as well. Constantly trying to figure out what I'm doing. Trying to figure out my place in their world.
Most days I feel c o m p l e t e l y in over my head. Lost. Searching.
And then while I'm walking around my classroom checking on my students progress, a student stops me to try to tell me something about a boy she likes. Giggling uncontrollably while another boy tries to eavesdrop, barely able to get words out. And then as I walk away she tells her friend, "see she cares about my feelings."
Or my students wave to me from across the classroom.
And then student who is struggling in math, who I've explained the same problem to at least 3 times, looks at me at the end of a day and asks "how are you so calm".
And so I may never feel like I've got a complete grasp of what I'm doing, and teaching 6th grade might have totally caught me off guard. But I have no doubt that this is exactly where I'm supposed to be. Molding these kids into the moody teenagers they'll be in the coming years. Knowing that their teacher cares about them.
So, now I'm off to try to get a grasp on what we're doing tomorrow. Keeping afloat. After all, the weekend is just around the corner.