That somewhere in that classroom, surrounded by chalk dust and eager faces, a part of me healed, a part of me grew, and a part of me was reminded why people who teach deserve so much more than we give them credit for. And I hope those children know that they left a mark on me.❤️
It's been a month since I completed NYSC, and while I still don't have life all figured out, I know this: for one year, I had the privilege of standing before young children who trusted me enough to listen, learn, and dream a little bigger. Somewhere between making notes,marking
children genuinely excited to learn, especially my JSS1 students, and knowing they saw me as more than just "Corper Ruth," made every bit of it worthwhile. Thinking about them already makes me nostalgic.
A month later, I still don't know exactly what the future holds. But I know