Friday, June 4

The Dream Team at #edcamp Philly

I am a teacher! What I do and say are being absorbed by young minds who will echo these images across the ages.  My lessons will be immortal, affecting people yet unborn, people I will never see of know.  The future of the world is in my classroom today, a future with the potential for good or bad.  The pliable minds of tomorrow’s leaders will be modeled either artistically or grotesquely by what I do.  Author Unknown

Today is the first day of summer break.  It has been a long week and I am feeling overwhelmingly discouraged.

The quote above helped me realize a few things.

I love being a teacher.  I value this profession and treasure the time I spend developing this calling.  I’ve started analyzing why I feel so out of sorts.

I’ve come realize that there is a difference between frustration from teaching and frustration from venue.  I went to #edcamp Philly in May and was so inspired by what I learned that I haven’t been able to look at my current school environment the same way.  The educators I met and observed at this un-conference were my dream team!  These passionate professionals’ agenda was simple: learning and sharing.  If felt as though I had a sneak peek into a secret society where altruism and generosity were the norm.  Yes, Twitter educators and my PLN were re-lighting my fire for teaching this past year, but this was tangible, visceral and in the flesh! Almost three weeks later, the gift of #edcamp Philly still resonates and is my catalyst for change.

I teach in a place that does not embrace technology, let alone new ideas.  I am starved for leadership and growth.  My ideas are frowned upon and dismissed. 

As I begin this summer, I know I do not want to stop teaching.  It is becoming clearer to me that my discouragement is due to location, not profession.  So, as a teacher who loves to learn, it is time for me to look at things in a new way.

That is what learning is.  You suddenly understand something you’ve understood all your life, but in a new way.  Doris Lessing


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