I'm a pretty reflective person. I guess that's obvious, given this blog and all, but I've been reminded again this week of the power of reflection.
I just completed two projects that required me to look at my classroom and my teaching, examining what I do and seeing how far I've come. One project looked at my teaching as a whole and one was more focused on my flipped classroom.
And I found the process...emotional. No kidding, I cried after the second project was finished.
I am NOT where I could be. There is more to learn, more to change. Way more than I care to think about.
But I am so far from where I started.
I'm thankful for all those who have contributed to and are a part of my growth. People in my building, district, community, and people all around the country. A few, even, around the world.
I ended this week with a renewed thankfulness for what I do. I love my job. It's hard, and it takes almost everything I have to give.
But it's who I am. My gift. My calling.
By the grace of God, I am thankful to be called a teacher.