Monday, July 26, 2010
There has been exactly one time in my entire life that someone has called me "average". It happened my third year of teaching. This year was by far the most difficult, challenging, horrendous year of my teaching career, maybe even my life. I made it through it though. I might not have always done the best thing but I tried my hardest that year to do what I thought was the right thing at the time. The other teachers use me as a reference when telling stories about horrible teaching years, this is how bad it really was. Average people would have run from the building screaming and never looked back. Average people would have packed up their pointers, stickers and markers and abandoned those kids but I didn't. I know what I did that year was a feat of phenomenal proportions. However, that year I was still called "average". Even though I know that the majority of the time I am anything but "average", those words still haunt me. I can't get rid of them. It's been two years and every scary thing brings me back to those words. It's really frustrating. I want to know how to get rid of these words. I seem to think that maybe if someone tells me I'm extraordinary then that will make everything better. I'm not totally sure about that plan but somehow I've got to get over it.