The miss and kids: chapter 14

14 years ago, I walked into a classroom with too many markers and not enough answers. Today, I still carry a marker to the class and a heart that has been coloured in by thousands of students. In these stories, you’ll meet my kids - not of blood, but of bond. You’ll see my sarcasm in action, my wit at war with sleepy students, and the quiet warmth that blooms in the spaces between “Miss, I don't get it” and “Miss, I’ll never forget you.” 14 years in the classroom. That’s approximately 140 learning modules, 1,400 presentation slides, 14,000 cups of coffee, and 1.4 million times I told myself, “Sabar Miss, sabar….”. This little compilation is not a research paper. There’s no APA citation, no tables or tests of significance. Just a collection of real classroom moments - funny, fragile, and fiercely full of feelings. #Chapter14 is not just a milestone. It’s a montage. A tribute to the laughter I tried to hide behind my expressionless face. A soft hug to myself for surviving, thriving, and still loving this job with all my heart. So, here’s to educators - of all styles and spices. Here’s to students who remind us why we do what we do. And here’s to the ones who made me The Miss I am today. With love and stories, Miss WNB.