I can tell it's gonna be a good day...

I'm doing homework in the blue sky and sun with my hot cup of coffee, and listening to a song called "Dream." My new (and old) favorite artist is a girl named Priscilla Ahn. She is a simple girl with a piano, and sings songs that I connect with so much. They're little songs-- remembering times when we were little girl dreamers, playing pretend and changing every-day things into something bigger and more elaborate. Patches of trees became forests, cardboard boxes became castles, and my mom's clothes became fancy dresses. Why do we, at some point of our lives, allow ourselves to stop dreaming and settle for reality? It's important to not turn away from what really exists in the world, but we only live once. Why do we waste it on worrying, being mad or doing what people tell us we're supposed to be doing, but not what we really want? This is part of the reason why I want to teach. Kids don't really get to be kids anymore. Not like I was able to anyway. Exploring, playing pretend and just being totally oblivious to life for just a few years. I want my classroom to be a place where they can just be themselves for a little bit. We're of course going to learn, but not take ourselves too seriously. I know I'm only in my second week of grad school and will probably be hit with many realities in the next year, but I refuse to believe that we all have no choice but to settle in life. I really believe that the classroom can be so much more than just a place of academics and tests and reading, so I'm going to try my best to make that possible. I don't know. I guess I'm still a big dreamer and that will probably never change. And I'm okay with that.