I hope you enjoy this short story that spilled out of me one day at my desk in my classroom while I was supposed to be cleaning up at the end of the school year.
My first year of teaching taught me many things. One of those things is that the first year teaching is real tough, though it was still pretty amazing. Luckily, I don't have to be a first time teacher ever again. Another thing I learned is that even though your students will inspire you with their own creativity, you will never have the motivation or time to do any creative things yourself unless they are within the specific parameters of a class lesson plan.
So my writing went on a little vacation, but it came back to spend some time with me again in June, and I think it's here to stay again, at least for a little while.
This story is called the Song of the Sea, and it was written Wednesday, June 17, 2015.
A Song for the Sea
You know you love someone when you cannot think about anything else but
them.
For little Angela, it was James Harding. For Louisa, it was Henry. For
me, not a who, a what: the sea.
