Is it possible?
I was talking to a friend over G-chat and I said, “I hat/love my job”.
Ahhhhh, HAT love. I wish it were “hat love” and not really “hate/love”. Here I am with a fancy M.Ed. sitting in my classroom wondering if I have done the right thing. 
Sometimes standing in front of a group of high school students can be the saddest, most lonely thing in the world.
And then other times when they make me mixed cd’s or tell me I remind them of Margie from “Fargo”…it seems worth the nightmares I have about teaching school naked.
I have been student teaching for ten weeks now. Today is my last real day of teaching, and when I got to my desk this morning I found this note from one of my students:
“I’ll miss you.
You are great.
You’ll be a great teacher.
Sincerely,
Lauren”
Wow. That note made me feel…so good and sad all at once. It’s amazing how it feels to teach a class. Leaving these students is making me feel very odd – when I first met them, they scared me to death. Now I feel like I want to make sure they will be ok in their lives…I mean, they live in NORTHBROOK, I’m sure they’ll be fine:). But I’m sure I will find myself thinking of them the day before my summers start, wondering if they are having a nice time in high school…wondering if their lives turned out as they planned. I think about my teachers of the past and wonder how they do the summer break-away…most probably do so with relief. But when you’re in a room with the same group day after day learning lessons together and having good and bad days together…it shapes things more than I ever realized it could.
