Once upon a time, there was a little girl who grew up loving school. She loved everything about school. Buying and organizing new school supplies, getting new books, teaching her classmates...everything. She fought a deeply-rooted desire to teach thinking there was something better out there (did I mention she was a bit naive as well). Finally, she realized she couldn't fight it any longer and the passion she felt for her students and teaching took control. She became a teacher.
Days are tough. She spends hours upon hours grading papers, grading projects, grading tests, grading, grading, grading. She spends hours planning lessons, planning assignments, planning conferences, planning, planning, planning. She repeats herself incessantly. She must be firm and tough everyday, hiding her weaknesses. She goes to sleep exhausted at night just to wake up extra early the next day to repeat the cycle again. What keeps her going?
The warm embrace from a student who just realized he made a high enough grade to pass for the semester and graduate. :) A student who comes by her room everyday just to say "hey". A student who high-fives her because she got the grade she wanted. A student who stops everytime he sees her just to chat about what is going on. Students who light up when they see her. Students who share their lives with her. Students, students, students.
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