So I found out yesterday that I was nominated for the Rotary Club of Bellevue’s Outstanding Teacher of the Year Award.
Teachers nominated each other for whom they think deserves a nomination. Those names are culled for three choices, and this Friday, the students will vote to decide which teacher should be named “Outstanding.”
(My name is Julie, though, and I don’t feel like changing it to an adjective.)
At any rate, I’ve been congratulated by peers, and students have expressed to me their hope that I win. It’s awfully nice, but the attention is a little embarrassing. An interesting statement coming from someone who has craved attention her whole life.
It really is just an honor to be nominated, though. That any one person even thought to write down my name is incredibly humbling.
I posted a link to this poem’s text last year; here is a link to the poet performing his own words. It reflects many of the things I feel about my chosen profession. I really do love my job.
There is some language at the very end that you might not want little ones to hear.