Every morning that I drive to work I am filled at first with dread because I am often tormented by my thoughts by a past I cannot seem to let go and a future that is unknown. But then I turn the corner and the sun blinds me off of 55 and I reach my destination suddenly filled with determination. 85 faces await for me every day. They have turned into a lifeline; a hope that strengthens me and challenges me to not give up. In their way over the past 6 weeks they have been the constant in my life.
How little do they know of how they impact my life on a daily basis, maybe it isn't the same for other teachers; maybe they have families and other responsibilities in which they are needed, but in my classroom that is the only space I feel needed.
Having this space this lifeline when I am about to break down and when cannot find my way out of the sadness that still fills my heart is a blessing. Those moments when I catch my breath and feel like I am going to drown because I cannot remember what I am doing with my life or I feel like I am just a mess of a person I am thankful for every face. It is not for them to know how much I care for every single one of them even if at times I mess up their names.
It saddens my heart to have to leave them soon and I wonder what will become of me?