I became a teacher to share my excitement for learning, to open minds, to touch hearts and expand worlds, not to be shot.
I became a teacher to pass on the wisdom handed down to me, to be a link in a chain, a bridge from one generation to the next, a planter of seeds that I will never harvest, not to be stabbed.
I became a teacher to lead my students to new ideas, not down hallways over the bodies of their classmates.
My heart is heavy as I think about entering my classroom armed only with knowledge and energy, the intention to inform and transform, but most of all, love of language, literature, and students.
I pray that these are weapon enough.