As I sit at home, enjoying my 6th snow day of the school year, I decide that maybe I should start documenting the various and sundry (and oftentimes comical) situations I find myself dealing with inside the four small walls of my tightly packed classroom.
There are no fancy bells and whistles that adorn my classroom, but I believe that a certain type of magic happens within its walls every day the doors are open. I feel privileged to see the excited looks on students' faces as they understand something for the first time, the fascination in their eyes as they discover new worlds within pages of a book, and the accomplishment they feel when they overcome an obstacle that they never believed possible.
I am, by no means, a magician. But I am a teacher, and I love what I do.
