March 30, 2010

spilling over again.

i told my CT that when my teacher assisting is over for the semester, i’m still going to assist her untill the end of the year—& through her tears she told me i was nuts. but i would be nuts not to be in that class with those kids. they mean so much to me, even Ector—the sneaky first grade mexican who can barely speak english, who i have to constantly not laugh at. i seriously love Grand Rapids more because of the broken inner city students that i get to interact with everyday. i see their lives, their inner workings, & something within me moves. i can’t explain the love that i feel for them because it’s not my own. plant life cycles, reading outdoors, water color painting, measuring centimeters, i get way too excited about all of this stuff. i just can’t express how much i want to be a good teacher.