As of now, I've been teaching again for about a week and a half. After almost months of questioning this path, the ability to relate to others and share information has returned to me in full. The doubts I had, the doubts that haunted me since June, have shrunk dramatically.
There is something beautiful in the eyes of a child that has learned something new. Something sweet in the way they practice and perfect their craft so they can show off to one another. I missed that in my last school, where the bright constantly bowed to the mediocre and the spiteful. I missed being among those who understand that an education is something to be cherished and not a chore. I only wish I could share that with those I had before, but have the sneaking suspicion they wouldn't appreciate it anyway.
The night hauntings have not vanished, but they have diminished. Memories of time past will always be with me, I suppose. Perhaps I am too busy to be haunted now. Though, when the memories do return, I can always try to figure out just what exactly they're trying to tell me.
Sometimes, you can't move forward if you can't remember where you've been.
RG
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