A Letter To My Students

You are loud.
You are obnoxious.
You are head-strong.
You are prone to mistakes.
You make gargantuan messes.
You never bring a pencil or a pen.
You get more distracted than any... Squirrel!
You make teaching difficult with rudeness and disrespect.
You make me contemplate a very personal game of whack-a-child.
You make me contemplate a very useful round of self-evaluation.
You make teaching brilliant with curiosity and  excitement.
You get more joy out of life than any otter!
You never forget to live your own life.
You make me laugh so hard I cry.
You are filled with possibility.
You are free-spirited.
You are talented.
You are you.

When I talk, I talk about you. When I work, I work for you. When I cry, I cry for you. When I hope, I hope for you. Somehow, you have taken over my life. It was a hostile takeover, but one that I will never regret because it allowed me to see beyond myself. I love each and every one of you.

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