In these two weeks:
I have struggled to learn names and still do not know most of them.
I have come to care deeply for many of my students (I will not say all because I do not think two weeks is enough time to know and care on a personal level about 70 different kids).
Many of my students have opened up to me about dreams, struggles, and very personal pain; it can be incredibly uplifting and horribly sad to hear what they have to say and read what they have to write.
Two cupcakes, a candied apple, and some sherbert have been bought for me by students.
Three different students have offered to give me a dog–a boxer–because it is my favorite breed of dog.
I have come to learn the value of making the most of my planning time while at school rather than telling myself I can do it when I get home.
Chamoy covered apples have become a part of every weekday for me.
I’m learning what things must be done and what things can wait until I have the time and energy.
I discovered a way to make melted cheese dips without creating the worst dish washing disaster ever to curse mankind.
Salsa classes have become a part of my weekly routine and I hope that this will last. Though these “salsa” classes are actually more like Zumba.
I have found two taxi drivers who actually know where my house is and can get me there without me giving them directions.
I should have gotten their numbers but I did not.
I have made quite a few friends but I do not see them much outside of school, likely because I do not often party.