Yesterday I had some of the best 8th grade classes of the year. I’m not sure why, but I felt energized and inspired right from the start of each class. Perhaps it was because we were starting on the adventure of reading To Kill a Mockingbird, which we were all thrilled about; or maybe it was just that my feeling of gratitude and appreciation toward the teaching profession was flowing especially powerfully. Whatever the reason, I felt joyous and utterly at ease as I conducted the classes. I wonder if my students noticed. I hope so. I want them to know their English teacher loves his work, loves being with them, loves seeing their eyes brighten with understanding, loves coming to school each day. I want them to see, as an example for the future, an adult who adores the work he has chosen for his life.
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I climbed the Granite Street hill a few times for my daily exercise. The wind was blustering and buffeting around me the entire time, but that just made it more exhilarating. I had my iPod along, and I listened to some inspiring spiritual songs as I walked. I am glad to report that the strength of those songs was way stronger than the strength of the winds.
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