Day 3,323 —Last day of School—

I want to leave now and get to work so that I can go as soon as possible. I don’t like these times of transition, but I am trying to do a better job this year. I get sad thinking about how whatever happened this year is now over, and I will have to start over next year. It also excites me about my job, but the temporary nature of my work never gets easier, but it does get different every year. 

Sitting on the fallen log by the pond, listening to the ducks, I thought about all the classes and students that have come before today. I reflected on so many students that I have worked with over the years, and I wondered why I always end up assuming the worst about my impact. There was a teacher last year that I talked to and felt like I helped through something difficult, but I hadn’t heard from him, so I assumed the worst. On a whim, I called him the other day only to find out that not only was what I said helpful and that he was doing so much better, but now he was helping other people too. There is nothing that could have been more validating when I am facing decisions on if I should or should not try to help people sometimes. 

I know it doesn’t have to work out to be valuable, but sometimes I need that validation. So, I don’t feel so inadequate when I reach out to try to help someone when I don’t know if it is going to work out or not.