Teachers spend years in school, whether it's college or continuing their education after graduation. It seems that as teachers we almost never stop learning. Just like our students we continue to be taught lessons along our paths. But there is one thing that we are never taught, one thing that no professor or book can prepare us for....a tragedy at school.
Unfortunately, at some point most teachers will probably experience a tragedy. When the moment hits, your mind immediately goes blank, you can't think, and you don't know what to say. When you finally come out of your fog, you look up to see blank, innocent stares looking back at you. In this moment you snap back into reality and your adrenaline kicks in. These faces are looking at you for guidance, for support. You spend the rest of the day passing out tissues, giving hugs, and simply being a shoulder to cry on. You do everything to make them laugh, calm them down, and take their minds off things.
At the end of the day you finally sit down at your desk to absorb the events that took place, exhausted; broken. And that's when it hits you, what actually happened. Immediately the water works begin. Tears flow down your eyes like a river and you feel like you can't breathe. Just when you feel like you've reached your breaking point, you look up to see the same blank, innocent stares you saw this morning looking back at you. Before you realize what's happening, you are the one receiving the tissues, getting the hugs, and using the shoulder to cry on. You are getting the same comfort you gave earlier and it puts your mind at ease. And in that moment you step back for a moment and realize how truly lucky you are; not because you're rich or have a great car but because you have angels in your class each day who love you just as much as you love them.
Unfortunately, at some point most teachers will probably experience a tragedy. When the moment hits, your mind immediately goes blank, you can't think, and you don't know what to say. When you finally come out of your fog, you look up to see blank, innocent stares looking back at you. In this moment you snap back into reality and your adrenaline kicks in. These faces are looking at you for guidance, for support. You spend the rest of the day passing out tissues, giving hugs, and simply being a shoulder to cry on. You do everything to make them laugh, calm them down, and take their minds off things.
At the end of the day you finally sit down at your desk to absorb the events that took place, exhausted; broken. And that's when it hits you, what actually happened. Immediately the water works begin. Tears flow down your eyes like a river and you feel like you can't breathe. Just when you feel like you've reached your breaking point, you look up to see the same blank, innocent stares you saw this morning looking back at you. Before you realize what's happening, you are the one receiving the tissues, getting the hugs, and using the shoulder to cry on. You are getting the same comfort you gave earlier and it puts your mind at ease. And in that moment you step back for a moment and realize how truly lucky you are; not because you're rich or have a great car but because you have angels in your class each day who love you just as much as you love them.