Today is the first day, in my retained memory, that I have been called a "bitch". Not too my face, and not because I deserved it, but rather because I am trying to be a good teacher.
Today is one of those days that I've realized the classroom, and each moment within it, is a constant source of reflection. Reflection that, on days like this, stings. But, I'm thankful because without this type of reflection, without this type of pain, my purpose wouldn't mean as much.
I wouldn't have a sacrifice to offer. Praise God for being able to participate in his suffering.
I pray, that with the help of his grace, I have the strength to offer those unkind words selflessly in order to bring joy and kindness to the students who I so love. Especially the ones who dislike me enough to call me names.
