Today is my last day as the 4th through 8th grade Spanish teacher at St. Joe’s. As I prepare to leave for the next adventure, I think back to August, riding my motorcycle through Guatemala and Mexico, daydreaming of leisurely coffees, sleeping in and seeing family and friends. All too recently I was going back and forth about taking the position, nervous to jump back into teaching after having been on the road so long. I thought I’d benefit from some down-time, but quickly realized how wrong I was. In the end it was my students that helped keep excitement and joy in my daily life.
In some respects, I had it easy as a teenager. I had great parents and things were a bit unconventional at times. My mom let me use her car practically whenever I wanted (none of my friends had this luxury), so I never felt the need to spend my hard earned $6.50/hour as a local video store attendant on a vehicle.
She Also Let Me Drop Out of High School My Sophomore Year, When I Was Only 15.