Teaching is NOT my life.
I love mornings. I love the solitude, the quiet. I love the feeling of a fresh new day while enjoying my coffee. It's a new day to living and I am thankful for the new beginning. Unfortunately, there are many mornings like now at 5:00 am on a Saturday, that I am up reviewing papers and thinking about lessons for my students. I do realize as I get older that I don't want to do that anymore. I am wanting to take my weekends as the time for me, doing a hobby, spending time with my family and friends. I don't want the dark cloud of guilt raining on me for not always committing myself to the kids. I miss my younger sister who died in August. I think of her every day. Did a teacher save her? No. Did our parents save her? No. Did I save her? No. The truth is it's up to the individual to save themselves. No matter how much I was there for my sister, she couldn't change and make the choice to live and love her family. Even if one of her family members is an empathetic, car...