I love them to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling in a funk
For the ends and beginnings of breaks.
I love them to the level of every day’s
Most NOiSY need, by florescent light and basketballs.
I love them freely, as teacher's strive for learning.
I love them purely, as they respond to praise.
I love them with the passion put to use
In my daily griefs, and with my teacher faith.
I love them with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost patience. I love them with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life; and, if God choose,
I shall but love them better after they leave my classroom.
- Mrs. B's adaptation of Elizabeth Barrett Browning
A HUGE shoutout to my awesome 8th grade class and the SUPER sweet 30th birthday they threw for me. I felt loved. Came into 5 of my students surprising me at 7:00 am, jumping out from behind my couch to sing happy birthday, complete with a steamer decorated classroom. Yes, the Lord knew my heart needed these kids and these kids needed me.
#blessed.
Dude. You KNOW you are loved with an 8th grade boy makes you a CAKE. WHAT?! All the feels.
A student made me a paper mache tree since the one I made in the classroom got ripped and knocked down - lol
Another student drew me an incredible drawing of my favorite animal!
Also, if you have never received a heartfelt card written by a middle schooler, you have never experienced pure happiness ;0)
Of course, my adult friends KILLED it as well - love them all.
#30doesntsuck
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