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Thursday, December 09, 2004

It all began with a little apple...

Well actually, a big apple. The biggest apple I've personally ever seen. cliche...perhaps. But, one of the sweetest things I've ever gotten. I walked into my class room and there it was on my desk. It was from Krystal who was moving the next day. When I asked who it was from she gave me a shy smile and wave. I didn't know what to say really. Truly, what does one say when receiving a piece of fruit? I smiled and commented on the tremendous size of the apple and then it hit me. I...as a teacher...had just recieved my first apple. I suppose you could equivocate it to getting your first good tip as a waitress. Nonetheless, no matter how small the gesture, it was greatly appreciated. It made me think about the opportunity that lay before me and how I have been taking it for granted.
I love my kids, don't get me wrong. I'm unbelievably protective even when I want to pinch their little heads off. I don't think I realized it until just recently though. Over thanksgiving I was bored out of my mind and by the time Monday rolled around I couldn't wait to get to school and see how my kiddos were doing. I was even excited about 7th period. It came upon me gradually. The small things like giving me one of thier track pictures, leaving me notes on my desk when I'm not there, coming to see me between every class. I don't know about you, but I never did that with any of my teachers. They talk to me about so much. I hear so many sad heartbreaking things that I can't comment on. The only thing I can do is sit and listen. Then I realized that's not true. I influence these kids on a daily basis just by standing in front of them and being myself. I'm not perfect in any way, but hopefully they'll see that there is hope and they can change their life.
So today I'm proud. Proud to say that I, Lacy Cooper, am an Educator. Not only an educator, but a role model, an ear to listen, an encourager, and more often than not a parent.

♥Oh, so vintage... 4:53 PM


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