Miss S the biology sub

S had her first day as a teacher today. If you want to be technical, she was just subbing, but still. It's her first foray, her toe-dipping before the full dive. I remember when she was born. I was only ten years old. I fell so madly in love with her. She was the most beautiful baby, God bless her. I helped my mom raise her and she's always had an intense, tugging hold on my heart.

I'm so proud of her. She is giving her dream a chance, even if it won't bring her the lavish life that comes with other career choices. I wish I could have bottled the dizzy happiness in her voice as she recounted her four biology classes to me. All the freshmen in high school dazzled by how young S was and how they asked her all kinds of questions. She wrote her name on the blackboard. She got to roam the room during group work and answer questions regarding organisms and such. She told me what she wore and how incredibly nervous she was. She said that her shoulders didn't relax until she got into her car at the end of the day. She was a wreck because she wanted to do a good job. What more could a student ask for than for a teacher who cares as much to do a good, no, a great job?

My baby sis did an amazing job and my heart is about burst with pride. Sigh. Love that girl.