"Books are the quietest and most constant of friends; they are the most accessible
and wisest of counselors, and the most patient of teachers."
-Charles W. Eliot
The journey is beginning and at some junctures I do not know which way to look. I try my best to make the decisions that would make someone proud. But who am I aiming to please? Who am I working towards all of this for? This is what I have worked for, but how sure am I that I did it this quickly or the way that I did all for me.
I wish that I had made a few choices differently. But would I be here. Sitting in a classroom. I love the people around me. The students are fantastic and I am so excited to get into my own classroom. The ideas are there, practice to come.
The people who are meant to be there are. I try to make the changes I need, but what I need is someone to be there.
When "Wendy" died almost two years ago now, I lost that person. I lost my other half.
I have a hole in my heart where she was. Her voice, her laugh, her advice. I miss the days of sitting and not having to say anything.
I wish that she could have helped me in the decisions I had to make. I wish that she could have helped me work things out. Maybe I would have had ended things that do not work sooner.
-Alice
