I have a dream

Sitting in my bed in the little hotel room I come to stay at on Monday nights. I was given a larger room this time. A friendly aroma of coffee brewing wafts over to me from the night table. I bring my own coffee machine, and the milk-for-one fits quite nicely into the fridge in the corner of the room. The commute after my late night class is becoming a strain for these older eyes of mine. I found a good place to stay, just five minutes from the work place, and was given a good rate.

A tiny, temporary home away from home once a week.

Decor is simple, one comfortably abstract print and gentle creams and tan colors on the walls. A small sink outside of the bathroom and a television just in case I need it. Usually I am too tired to watch anything and enjoy lying in the silent dark after a long three hour night class with graduate students discussing emergent literacy. And in the morning I enjoy the quiet. Time to think about the day ahead, prepare myself for a brief early morning commute back to my office before teaching again.

This group is new to teaching. Young, fresh, optimistic and eager to learn. They love to discuss all sorts of things and even laugh at my jokes. There is an education energy about this class. This morning I plan to start with a short, inspirational power point presentation set to Abba's I Have a Dream. That should get the juices flowing in preparation for their first internship as volunteers in a school down the road this semester.

How do I prepare anyone to hold young children's futures in their hands? What a challenge!

This morning, though, sitting up in my bed, alone in the little (larger) hotel room, drinking my coffee, I feel hopeful, energetic, and, even, excited about the task ahead.

Comments

[tamarika]

Yes it sometimes *is* beautiful and challenging, girlanddog. And sometimes I feel like I am walking backwards. You got me on a good day this time!
Smiles.

[girlanddog]

What a beautiful and challenging job you have!