First Real Week of Summer

In the middle of the first real week of summer, Wednesday, I dropped my son off at the TWP Camp and my daughter off at daycare, just so I could go off to class and to work a few hours from home. When I really wanted to be with my kids, taking them to the park, swimming with them, or even watching a bad Wiggles show. To my surprise, on my journey to class, I run into one of my prior, FIRST YEAR, students. The feeling overwhelmed me with warmth and satisfaction, just for seeing her on a college ground. I smiled at her. She smiled back. I wanted to talk to her and to see how she is doing, but with time crunching as it was, for the rush of getting to class, I was unable to talk with her. We shared a friendly glance and headed to where we needed to be. A half hour into my class, for some reason, some how, we were talking about Paris Hilton and her impact on the kids today. And when my professor called on me, to give my input on her, all I could say is, “I am scared.” After that, my classmates and I were on our way to our next location, where-ever it maybe. I then had the feelings of warmth and satisfaction come over me again, I saw the my “FIRST YEAR STUDENT”. I said hello. She said hello back. I asked her how she was doing; she said she is doing well and that her baby is cutting his first tooth. She continued on saying, that I am one of the reasons she is going to school. She wants to change herself for what others “know” her as. Or for what she once was. I told her not to change too much, because she is one of my reasons I love doing what I do and that this is who she is. She is a light that shines. That got me to think about what/who were the reasons as to why I am doing what I am doing, going back to school (after I have my CJ degree, completing it in four years after I had my child in high school with knowing what my teachers at the time thought of me or so what I thought they thought of me) My son is one reason, a few teachers from my own place of high school, (to this day, I still can’t find myself to visit) my dreams of my mom, and my brothers hopes/wants for me and the satisfaction of knowing that I had an impact on one person. A Thought: Am I doing this school thing for me, for my family, or for the dreams of what may come? I know that being a teacher will let me to be home with my kids and to guide others to their dreams. And at the same time, college debt is back. S.O.O.L. Or am I doing this to be selfish for my wants, in hope or continuing to change others and their ways? I gathered my children from their day location and receive a kiss and a hug and listened to how their day was. An Answer: I am happy, so that means I am diving a perfect meet in hopes of not hitting my head on the diving board on my way of leaping into the air and into the water.