I found a bag of buttons today. You know, the ones that come with your clothes just in case you lose one somewhere? I'm sure we all have a stash somewhere and today as I was putting away the end-of-the-year gifts my students gave me I came accross mine. Now it's a much heaftier bag than I remembered and it made me wonder why I am even keeping them! I don't even own most of the clothes they once belonged to.
Although it would make sense to get rid of them and clear up some room in our tiny 560sqft apartment, the teacher in me insisted I keep them. As I sorted through them and took them all out of the little baggies a bunch of the little guys brought on some memories: the dress I wore to my brother's high school graduation, the suit I wore to my interview at Malmo, summer clothes I bought with my mom when I graduated from university... the list goes on.
It's amazing how buttons bring on so many memories.
They bring about a sense of wonder too. You see as I sorted through these old buttons I couldn't help but wonder what they'd become. What project is there in my teaching future that would utilize these buttons and give them new life. Last week I said goodbye to Malmo. I cried a tearful farewell to my students and the co-workers I met three years ago who I now call my friends. Somehow sorting through these buttons reminded me that my career is far from over. Someday, somewhere my future students will use these buttons to create something beautiful - new memories.
Although it would make sense to get rid of them and clear up some room in our tiny 560sqft apartment, the teacher in me insisted I keep them. As I sorted through them and took them all out of the little baggies a bunch of the little guys brought on some memories: the dress I wore to my brother's high school graduation, the suit I wore to my interview at Malmo, summer clothes I bought with my mom when I graduated from university... the list goes on.
It's amazing how buttons bring on so many memories.
They bring about a sense of wonder too. You see as I sorted through these old buttons I couldn't help but wonder what they'd become. What project is there in my teaching future that would utilize these buttons and give them new life. Last week I said goodbye to Malmo. I cried a tearful farewell to my students and the co-workers I met three years ago who I now call my friends. Somehow sorting through these buttons reminded me that my career is far from over. Someday, somewhere my future students will use these buttons to create something beautiful - new memories.
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