Yesterday was one of those unforgettable days. From 6:30 AM to 3:00 PM, I poured my heart into my responsibilities as a high school teacher and football coach. For the first time in over a decade, I felt an aggressive, renewed energy—an intense drive to not only prepare my classroom with intention, but to shape it into a space where learning life lessons becomes just as important as mastering content.
It feels like I’m finally hitting a stride I’ve long hoped for. I’m not just showing up to teach—I’m showing up to transform lives. If only my students could see what I see in them: potential waiting to be unlocked if they’re willing to take that first step and try.
This isn’t just about teaching academics or coaching plays. It’s about building something lasting. For the first time in ten years, I’m tackling every duty with precision—crossing T’s, dotting I’s, and staying ahead of the game. I’ve always had good intentions, but I’ve let time, fatigue, and life distractions wear me down. Not this year.
Today marks the beginning of my 13th year in education—and my 10th year at my current school. While students return next Thursday, I’m already deep into formation, preparing for the journey ahead. I truly love the responsibilities entrusted to me, and I’m committed to growing through continued education, reflection, and action. If there’s a next step—whether that’s school leadership, instructional coaching, or something else—I know it starts by giving everything I’ve got inside the classroom.
The journey continues—with fire, focus, and faith.