Last day at Neal!

Welcome!

It feels very right that my first entry to this travel blog is my last day with my incredible students at Neal. This blog will document the next three weeks of my life - where I will travel to Morocco as part of the Teachers for Global Classrooms program!

I can't believe it is already time to travel. About a year ago, I remember submitting my application for the TGC program. It was one of the most challenging applications I've ever done. I wrote and re-wrote my essays, revised my resume, and even though I knew I'd worked very hard - I couldn't imagine myself making it in to such an amazing program. And then, after a day on the beach during my vacation to Ocracoke Island in late June - I got the acceptance email. I was so excited and it just did not feel real! That feeling has stuck with me - throughout the ten week online course, which proved more challenging and rewarding than any course I've ever taken as a teacher. Even in DC - where we all came together for the first time, and I got to meet all the other teachers in my cohort, who were experiencing similar feelings, and were just all such awesome educators - it just didn't feel real.

We've kept a countdown on my board here in room 234 - it reads "Days to Morocco." Today, one of my beautiful, brilliant students will change that 1 to a 0. And it still won't feel real.

I'm okay with that - I'm learning to love that feeling of uncertainty. It teaches me so much about myself and the world. I am excited to soak up every second of the weeks ahead, and I hope you'll enjoy following me while I do that!

Here's a link to the Teachers for Global Classrooms Program - it's been such a transformative experience. I highly recommend it!

Teachers for Global Classrooms Program


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  1. UnknownMarch 9, 2018 at 5:35 AM

    Once you are there and settled, I would like to do pen pals with your class if you have students in 6/7/8 grade. Good luck on the trip.

    Cozart

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    1. AshleyMarch 9, 2018 at 6:32 AM

      Hey Mr. Cozart! Unfortunately - these are 11th and 12th grade students and we'll be visiting so many schools it may be tough to do that. I will see what I can figure out and get in touch when I can! Thank you!

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