Today I sit and listen to my students eagerly share in the World Language lesson. I observe and notice their excitement when they remember correct responses, show pride when they speak a word or phrase correctly in Spanish, and listen to their teacher intently. I am also thinking deeply about the role I play in their lives. A few years ago, I was proudly recognized as Teacher of the Year. It was a totally unexpected honor and display of respect by my administration and peers. I always worked hard and spent many hours perfecting my craft. The goal was never to be recognized for my efforts by others but, to be able to see the fruits of my labor in the success of my students. I define that success by the individual growth. The growth could be academic, behavioral, or social. When I meet students in September, I see a blank canvas. I do not look at previous notes from their teachers in earlier years, listen to or consider comments made by those that may have known them in the past, or search for outside opinion. In the early days and weeks, I spend time getting to know them for myself, establishing rapport with them, and gaining their trust. Later when I review their past history, I am usually surprised at the findings because they have evolved or matured into different beings. I like to think my method removes an entry point for any prejudgments or biases. Thus as I reflect on this moment, the conclusion of this day, my previous recognitions, and the coming to the close of another year I have to wonder if I am fulfilling my purpose.