Carpe Diem
I’m thinking about Mr. Richards, my tenth grade Global Studies teacher. His class was during a key year of history: 1989-1990. With the fall of communism, the world was our textbook. He was so passionate about showing us patterns in humanity.
Nothing is certain. I may live another thirty years or the world may take me sooner. There is so much out of anyone’s control. I am sad Mr. Richards didn’t get to seize even more days.
However, I also don’t think he planned to first start living after leaving Garden City High School. I think he lived every day, and if he cared about teaching half as much as I do, he loved every day.
Yes, teaching can be exhausting. Some requirements and interactions can bog you down. That’s called being alive— a mentor of mine called it “noise”.
Teaching, though, is such a calling, a meaningful and eternal and sometimes noble career. I think about all the lives I am lucky to connect with. I think about all the possibility, all the humor, all the genuine moments of connection.
I don’t need to wait for my life. I’m lucky. I live it every day.
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