a calling...

I volunteered to lead a group of local fifth graders on a tour around campus.  When I walked up to them, joining them in the middle of the tour, I felt something stir.  The usual shyness in the face of groups vanished, and I smiled at the welcoming kids as they smiled and regarded me.  I felt at ease to talk to them.  It was as if something clicked.  I was utterly taken by their curiosity to learn new things.  To be excited in the face of learning was not yet an un-cool attribute to them, as the looming years of junior high tend to instill in children. 

Though I only spent about twenty minutes with the kids, it seemed to open a small door to me, shedding a little light on my unclear and looming future. 

These young, excited, eager children seemed to be calling out to me. I longed to spend even more time with them, more tours, discussions, minutes, hours, years. I wanted to be their teacher.

 

 

 

 

 

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