Late last week I drove onto campus, still quiet before the rush of returning students, and walked to each of my assigned classrooms. I turned on the lights and sat down at the front desk in each room, scanning the empty seats in front of me. Then, I read my rosters aloud, calling out the name of each student one at a time, praying a blessing over each.
We'll be sharing the next sixteen weeks together, and this is the finest way to prepare for our shared semester ahead.
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How beautiful. I teach piano and it often occurs to me that my purpose in my students' lives is of so much more than a teacher. My teacher was (and still is) for me. What a great way to start the term!
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