A new semester dawned last week at the school where I work.
The semester experience is new to me, for I had never attended nor worked in a school with such a timetable, and I love it!
To be in the midst of deep, dark and damp (in the Pacific Northwest) winter and have opportunity to start over is a great refreshment.
Our learning support classroom contains a new batch of students, with new and diverse strengths, needs and abilities. Those of last semester have a break from us, and we from them.
As each new class came and went, impressions began to develop about the new students.
Such new starts, with new students, make a sentence, familiar to those working in education, pop into my mind, constantly, as those impressions cross my mind:
Parents give you the best kids they have.
I love that sentence. It reminds me, not just that each student is the child of someone, but that they are also a human soul created by God, with a purpose.
It reminds me that I need to treat them gently, kindly, like the precious child of man and God that they are.
First impressions are never to be invested in too greatly, for their truth is based on the equivalent of a one hit wonder … with little substance to create an entire# life story.
So the semester begins, with a sense of freshness, newness … and a sense that the fresh soil sitting in the seats is holy ground.
itsawonderfilledlife 