As a teacher, you have good days and bad days. The bad days have a funny way of being the most prevalent in your mind. They have a way of sticking out when you think about your week. They are the days that keep you awake at night. There are those moments, those impatient words that you wish you could take back, do differently.

This week, I had maybe one bad day, but the rest were okay. I have my bad hours, bad moments, and even bad seconds. As a fairly new teacher, I tend to focus on the behavior of my students to measure whether or not they behaved.

I don’t want to be that kind of teacher. I want to be the kind that starts everyday new and measures the success of the day on whether my students learned something or not.

I want to be the kind of teacher, that is a student of her students, that studies them and tries to understand whether they understand or not.

I want to be the kind of teacher that is patient, kind and does not anger quickly.

I want to be the kind of teacher, that inspires students, not causes them to be disinterested.

I want to be the kind of teacher, that doesn’t have to be right all the time, that can learn from her collegues.

I want to be the kind of teacher, that proves those who say that I can’t or I am idealistic, wrong.

Even though this year is different and has its moments of chaos. I want to start everyday new with a since that the slate is blank and the day is what I make it.