Jul 2014
It's coming to an end.
A month of new people, experiences, tasks, students. It's ending. I came in just ready for a job, now leaving with so many new outlooks on life, so many new faces that will appear in my dreams, so many more people that depend on me. I came in ready to do whatever it took for the guaranteed $1500, leaving blessed to be receiving a check from doing a job I rarely thought of as such. As if I was being paid to laugh with students, answer their questions about myself, keep them structured, just to be there for them.
Don't get me wrong, I was stressed often, but it seemed worth it the first heart to heart I had with a student. It was beyond worth it when I participated in the fashion show wearing my clothes and they all cheered for me. It was the moment I got my counselor reviews back and all my students said my personality and energy was "lovely" and they knew they could come to me for whatever reason.
I never held so much responsibility. One of my students was legally blind, I took it upon myself to always ensure her safety, medications, and accommodations. It was the first time someone really depended on me. I loved her like my own.
I realized why some people don't always take the job that promises the highest wage, because now that I think of it my work was worth more than $1500, but the experiences make up for it. The moments you look forward to greeting your students and them laughing at the awkward moments you too went through in high school. I wanted to cry when they told me I had to return next summer, when they had no trouble reminding me that I am beautiful inside and out as I ironically preached it to them.
It's a bond that cannot be broken amongst staff and students. We survived together on this island, and now that it's over I can't even remember what I was like before this.
I love these PEOPLE like they were my own.
A month of new people, experiences, tasks, students. It's ending. I came in just ready for a job, now leaving with so many new outlooks on life, so many new faces that will appear in my dreams, so many more people that depend on me. I came in ready to do whatever it took for the guaranteed $1500, leaving blessed to be receiving a check from doing a job I rarely thought of as such. As if I was being paid to laugh with students, answer their questions about myself, keep them structured, just to be there for them.
Don't get me wrong, I was stressed often, but it seemed worth it the first heart to heart I had with a student. It was beyond worth it when I participated in the fashion show wearing my clothes and they all cheered for me. It was the moment I got my counselor reviews back and all my students said my personality and energy was "lovely" and they knew they could come to me for whatever reason.
I never held so much responsibility. One of my students was legally blind, I took it upon myself to always ensure her safety, medications, and accommodations. It was the first time someone really depended on me. I loved her like my own.
I realized why some people don't always take the job that promises the highest wage, because now that I think of it my work was worth more than $1500, but the experiences make up for it. The moments you look forward to greeting your students and them laughing at the awkward moments you too went through in high school. I wanted to cry when they told me I had to return next summer, when they had no trouble reminding me that I am beautiful inside and out as I ironically preached it to them.
It's a bond that cannot be broken amongst staff and students. We survived together on this island, and now that it's over I can't even remember what I was like before this.
I love these PEOPLE like they were my own.
