I dream of a classroom where student questions come before teacher lesson plans. Where the goal may have been set but the journey is always being recreated, invented, or totally changed. I dream of a school where children cannot wait to come to class because they know that they will leave there being better, more, bigger somehow.
I dream to be a teacher of all students, where culture and heritage is embraced. Where differences are respected, accepted and then used as a strength to unite rather than to seperate. I dream of a room where the students feel like they belong, they they are cared for, that they are loved and that their voice always, always matter.
I dream of a system where the students are not just numbers, but whole people, where we encourage individuality even in our teaching and cater to all needs, not just the ones that suit our teaching style the best. I dream of a job where experimentation is encouraged, expected and always respected. Where ideas are discussed, turned upside down, and shared without fear or judgment. I dream of being in a job that is respected for what it gives to the community, for what we do every day for our students. I dream that there is a place for me where these dreams become reality. Where I will get to experiment with all the dreams I have, knowing that students are the ones who benefit so that they too can become dreamers.