I was looking through my phone the other day and found some pictures I took at the school I taught at last year. I was doing a project in one of my classes and took pictures of the students to document it.
I saw the pictures and my heart started throbbing. That happens every time I think back to last school year. My heart is still so full when I remember everything that happened.
When I started teaching at a new school (which happens to be in my hometown) this school year, I had zero idea about what it would be like. Being able to teach at a school and still live at home with my boyfriend came at a high emotional price and I felt far from euphoric when the school year started.