Informal piece 2
Teaching means early mornings and late nights. Fourteen hour days while getting paid for six. Hoping you did not destroy the student in your fourth period class, because he could figure out how to take out a common factor. Courage, fear and everything in between. Having the patience of Jobe and the knowledge of at least a first year resident. The ability to perform miracles on a minute by minute basis with the hope that at least one of your students noticed. Patience. Loving every child. Patience. Trying to find something to love in every child. Did I mention patience? The hope that fourteen years from now a student will come up to you on the street and say, “I remember that one miracle you pulled off.” Which one was it? No more chalk boards, thank god. Although at least the chalk washed out of your pants. Not like the dry erase markers. Don’t treat them like kids, even though they act like them. Did you find anything to love yet?
