When I started my journey into teaching, I didn’t realize how much I will be carrying back home with me emotionally everyday.
Working as a Special Education teacher, everyday is a melange of memories and experiences. While some days my bag isn’t too full , but then there are days like yesterday when I came home with my heart cringed and heavy.
It started out as a regular day at the school, but the home room tutor decided for a collaborative class with the grade 5 and 6 kids and just as I was gearing up to start the regular discourse ,I was greeted by a beautiful face,who came up to me and asked “C(….)not know to sit”… I looked at this beautiful boy, smiled and took him to his assigned spot.