When You Walk Through Deep Waters

I know I haven’t posted in a while, mostly because I’ve been really busy with teaching and life in general, and while I had thought about posting many times in the past few months, I honestly didn’t know what to write about. There’s been so much happening in my life, and the more I thought about what my new post would be about, the more I couldn’t get this school year out of my head, so I decided why not write about it?

This was my first year that I landed a legit teaching job, and it wasn’t the easiest year. When I got into teaching I knew it would be hard work, and I’m okay with hard work. I’ve never been one to shy away from that, but this year was just nothing I ever expected I would have to go though…

My year started out with a very difficult parent, who was trying to get another student, removed from the school. That parent eventually removed their student from my classroom and school district, but to this day, that parent is still demanding things that they are not entitled to. Then I had another student who had a very violent and horrific event happen to them, and that student ended up losing half of their family members to that violet and horrific act, and my student got injured and almost didn’t survive. Shortly after that happened, I was confronted with a situation where one of the teachers I work very closely with had gone behind my back and said some things to administration about me that were completely untrue and unfounded, and I am still trying to pick up the pieces from that confrontation.

It left me with questions like, “Do I really want to teach?” and “When did teaching become more about popularity and politics than about the kids and being a good teacher?” I ultimately decided to leave my teaching position after this school year, because I cannot work in a school where other teachers have the power to ruin your reputation simply because they do not care for you as a person, and cannot be professionals.

I still plan on teaching next school year. I don’t know where I will be teaching yet or what grade I will be teaching, but I’m choosing to trust in God and I know that He has a better school for me to teach in next year. It’s been hard to trust God in this, mostly because I had to step out in faith and leave my current job for a job I don’t even have yet, but there’s a particular scripture verse that has kind of been my theme for this past school year. It’s found in Isaiah 43:1-3a.

“But now, O Jacob, listen to the LORD who created you. O Israel, the one who formed you says, “Do not be afraid, for I have ransomed you. I have called you by name; you are mine. When you go though deep waters, I will be with you. When you go through rivers of difficulty, you will not drown. When you walk through the fire of oppression, you will not be burned up; the flames will not consume you. For I am the LORD, your God, the Holy One of Israel, your Savior. “”

In this scripture God is talking to Israel, but I love what God is telling Israel in this scripture. I think everyone can relate to being afraid in this life, and this is just a reminder to Israel and to us of how much God loves us and that He is with us always, even in deep waters, and through rivers of difficulty, or even when we walk through the fire of oppression.


The Moment I Knew I Wanted to Be A Teacher

So I thought it would be fun to write about the moment I realized I wanted to be a teacher. Being a teacher is something that I truly believe is a calling. I believe that calling is something that you’re born with, and while some of us realize we want to be teachers sooner than others, we were all born with the same calling in life.

I knew I wanted to be a teacher at the age of 9. I was in 4th grade, and I loved my 4th grade teacher. She was really awesome! I know it sounds cliche, but she really made learning fun for me. Before 4th grade, I enjoyed going to school, but I didn’t really have fun learning. I remember thinking that I wanted to be just like her when I grew up. I even remember asking her how long I would have to go to school to be a teacher.

If you talked to my grandma though, she would tell you that I wanted to be a teacher before 4th grade. I don’t really remember doing this, but when I graduated high school and told everyone that I was going to major in elementary education, she told me how she would often find me trying to teach my sister and various dolls and stuffed animals before I even started going to school. She said that when my cousins would come over, I would make them all play school, and I wouldn’t let anyone else be the teacher. I would always have to be the teacher.

Growing up, I think other kids, including my own sister, thought I was a little strange because I would get excited when it was time to go and pick out new school supplies. To this day I get so excited when I buy some new colored pens, or post it notes (and now you’re probably thinking I’m a werido too). I can honestly say that I don’t feel so strange anymore because I’ve learned it’s a teacher thing. Colored pens, cute post it notes, and children’s books are my jam, and I’m not ashamed to admit it!