Here it is. The day that I knew would come. The day when my beliefs and my core crumbled to the floor. The day that I won't come back from this trip ever really the same. While many days have landed small blows to my "fundamental" ideas and self, that eventual piece of rice finally tipped the scales.
Never again will I be able to not know, not see, or un-learn about corporal punishment. Never again will I be a teacher who hasn't yelled. Never again will I have a fleck of hope that world peace will ever be achieved. Although I have never been a grand scale dreamer, any far-fetch dreams were swept up in the seemingly hurricane winds of today.
I won't be that person who consistently takes on too much, nor permits the concerns of inconveniencing others to dominate my life entirely. The storm has weathered my skin, and toughened it much. There are times when feelings must be set aside or become essentially non-existant. There are times when being completely blunt are completely necessary... the hardest, most life alternating detail I have grown to fully understand.
While I am eternally grateful for my students and my plethora of experiences, I can't help but wonder and even miss my old ways, that existed before this tumultuous day.
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