As a teacher, much of my professional passion often carries into my personal life as well. I specifically selected a career that centered on helping others, but that also presented constant change and challenges. Essentially, I wanted to be “kept on my toes.” The latter happens when I’m able to trace the value of what happens inside my classroom and incorporate its didactic purpose into my personal relationships. As I tell my students, “you give me more than you know.” Through assignments, lectures, and experiences, I continue to grow. Such is the beauty of teaching and its rewards, the unending lessons it bestows…
This semester I’m knee deep in a unit entitled “Individuality and Community.” We’re reading literature that examines the role of individuals within their communities and arguing and exploring the impact each has on one another. As a new member of my community, I couldn’t help but consider my local lifestyle as an example. New to the neighborhood, what do I offer? How is my community helping me? These are questions we’ve explored in the classroom, which I now personally ponder.
I grew up in the city of good neighbors, and as long as I’m alive, I’ll emphasize the importance of my childhood in Buffalo, New York. My community absolutely impacted my individuality. With this said, how can I ensure I do the same?
We live in a world of grand gestures and narcissistic needs. I want to help my community, but I believe it doesn’t need, nor should, be founded on the idea of “feeling good about myself” or changing a life. Why can’t we celebrate the small stuff?
Clearly, I believe individuals’ impact the community and furthermore, I consider it necessary for individuals to become involved in their community. We are the community. Its pride points, its faults, its potential, are a part of us as much as we’re a part of it. I’m spending the weekend thinking about the small stuff that I can do for my community. Ideas are welcomed!
So long from the suburbs.