My Adult Playground

For more than a decade, my battlefield and my playground is a classroom filled with teens with raging hormones.

Stepping inside a classroom was a dreadful activity in the early years of my teaching career. I feared being stared at by these relatively indifferent strangers. I feared being judged for what I said and for what I did not.

It is still a struggle. But I'd like to think that I have learned the tricks of the trade. I no longer feel fidgety before my "audience." Over time, I have mustered enough courage to face them all, without a tiny hint of intimidation.

These kids are in my class for a reason. They want to listen, they want to learn, they want to be involved, they want to be entertained, they want to make a difference. The least I can do is to make them feel that sitting in my class is not a waste of time..