It is Sunday night. A night wherein I sit and wonder what I am doing as of late, and if anyone will see the shift I am trying to make in my classroom.
This fall… well, I am certain these ideas were planted several months ago… I made a promise to just teach and do what I knew in my heart was right for the kids. So, I made the dive into the depths of collaborating around the globe, and set my sights on lofty goals, including a paperless, project-oriented English 9 classroom and a gamified computer-information-systems course. And things are going well. So much so that I cannot keep up. Students are engaged. They want more. Only with my current schedule… I cannot keep up.
I dove into great things because that’s what we do as teachers. We take risks. We want what’s best for our kids. And I stay under the water, submerged, by choice. Under the surface, in the depths of innovation and change, there is a brilliant scene unfolding.
And I wonder how long I will be able to stay here, without coming up for air.
Someone tell me I will soon develop gills. I don’t want to leave this adventure.