Teachers amaze me. They’re brilliant. They’re fierce. And they’re weird. I mean, who willingly becomes a teacher In the first place, and who stays in the classroom in this day and age? Weird, that’s what it is. Wonderfully, magnificently weird.
Millions of teachers recently started a new school year. Do you have any clue how much stress they’re under? Can you imagine the amount of gossip they have to catch up on in the teachers’ lounge? The volume of wood shavings they have to dig out of the pencil sharpener? The sturdy shoes they’ll have to pull out of the backs of their closets? The Lean Cuisines they’ll have to microwave for lunch? Do you know what it’s like to hold a quivering kindergartner who sees Mommy heading out the door? Do you have any idea what fifth graders smell like after P.E.? Why, the stacks of papers teachers will grade this year alone could reach to the moon and back. Believe me, Captain America has nothing on a teacher.
Lest you be tempted to believe what you read in the papers, what you hear on the radio, or see on television, that teachers are solely responsible for low test scores and students who fail to achieve, think of this: Teachers work countless hours they aren’t paid for, arrive early, stay late, take home work, clean up vomit, break up fights, dry tears, hold hands, calm fears, and prepare millions and millions of lesson plans. They plan field trips, science fairs, musicals, gardens, birthday parties, bulletin boards, and story time. They willingly spend their days teaching America’s children in spite of classroom interruptions, personal loss, illness, miscommunications, cruel and rude remarks, low salaries, unappreciative parents, and a lack of honor and respect for their profession.
I told you: they’re weird. Why do they do it? Why? You might not believe it, but it’s true. They love your children. Love them. Adore them. Ache for them. Believe in them. Cry for them. Celebrate their successes. Champion their accomplishments.
Amazing. Absolutely amazing.