One constant in life is the fact that mistakes will be made; it's only a matter of time. Regardless of best intentions, something might go wrong.
In fact, something went wrong this week; a mistake was made. As I wrote in my last post, I went to New Mexico on Monday, intent on learning more about assessment in IB. However, after a couple of hours in my class, I showed my teacher what I will teach, and I found out I was in the wrong class.
Asking around confirmed my suspicions; I was enrolled in the wrong class. Now, I could have gotten mad. I could have been nasty to people; I could have even insulted the gal who registered me for the class. But I chose not to do so. Why? Because it was a mistake, an honest mistake. Mistakes happen, and we can choose our response.
I came home last night, an exhausting six hours on the road. But it's nice to be home, and it's nice to know we are all fallible. We all make mistakes. None of us is perfect. What fun would it be to be perfect?
So next Monday I head back to New Mexico to attend the correct conference. I learned this week that I need to choose my attitude about everything, including being separated from my family for a week. I dreaded this conference because I'm not a social butterfly and because I don't like sharing rooms and bathrooms with strangers. However, by choosing my attitude, I can have a good time and enjoy the experience.
There are times when mistakes come with "re-dos," and this is definitely one of those times. I don't feel horrible about what happened, but I know to be more careful in the future; I know that I can drive 630 miles in 24 hours and survive, and I know that second chances can be blessings.
