The thing I noticed the most about these pictures was how happy I looked in every single one of them. I worked at in this classroom for 5 years. During those five years, I experienced the worst break up of my life. There were days when I thought I wasn't going to make it out of bed, but I had my work family and the students.
Work became my happy place. It's where I knew I could go and have no memories of the ex boyfriend. I knew no one would poke and prod me and ask about my day. All I had to focus on was educating students. It was here, I found myself and my passion for teaching was ignited.
It was here that I fell in love with the moderate to severe population. I saw what they could do when there were high expectations set for them. Had you asked me when I was growing up if I would want to work in Special Education, I would have probably said no. But thanks to my happy place, a fire was ignited.
Since I left my happy place, I have found new happy places. The school I am placed at now is a new happy place. I wake up every single day excited to go to work. The kids motivate me to be the best teacher that I can because I know that's what they deserve. It also feels good to know that I am able to have other happy places. That means that this job is what I am meant to do. I am meant to educate students who have a hard time learning in traditional ways. I am meant to modify curriculum, write IEPs, work closely with my collogues to make sure each of my student's individual needs are meant.
I was born to be a Special Education teacher. The classroom, any classroom, is my happy place. And I am so thankful that I've found it.
Where's your happy place?