I Was a Teacher

Dust gathers on college degrees hard earned

for a career I honestly enjoyed.

Mementos and presents from students now grown

are packed away in boxes labeled “keepsakes.”

Each Christmas, my tree is weighed down with

ornaments students gave me over the years.

It’s all that is left to show I was a teacher.

School starts back tomorrow, and I miss the excitement of meeting new students. However, this is the first year I have been able to stay on any type of social media during the month of August since my body crashed in November 2013.  Usually, I get too depressed seeing the classrooms getting ready for a new year, the open houses, and I just can’t handle it.  As you can imagine, a lot of my Facebook friends are teachers.  I taught at two different school districts during my career.

I am proud to say that while I still wish I could get up and go in tomorrow to my classroom and teach a fresh batch of 6th graders, I am able to view pictures online of former coworkers getting ready for their school year without the usual overwhelming sadness and depression.  That is major progress for me.  I have finally accepted my life will never be the same.

This is a picture of my 6th grade classroom when I was a teacher. I worked with ADA accommodations.

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2 thoughts on “I Was a Teacher

  1. I am so sorry to hear you are no longer able to continue doing what you love and work with children I also had a dream to work with children and I can relate to this as I have POTS and have had to let go off some of my dreams too. I know the feeling of reading through friends posts and seeing all the things they’re doing which you no longer can.
    Take care. 🙂

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