Here’s the truth of the matter: I miss my kids. I miss my school. And I miss my job. Now, don’t get me wrong – I’ve thoroughly enjoyed my break thus far, and plan to enjoy the last few days as well. But, this break has made me realize how much I really do love my job. I was talking with my best teacher-friend at my school the other say and she sent me a message that said this: “I. MISS. Our. Kids.” And I wrote back: I’m glad I’m not the only one who is this pathetic. So, there are two short things I want to write in this blog post, they are rather unrelated so I’ll number them.
1. I really love my job. Since coming home and hearing my friends talk about their jobs and how much they hate them, I feel so much more fortunate than ever before. Of course, as my blog and my roommates can testify, some days I really don’t like my job. But, I always love my kids and what I get to do every day. My friends talk about how they hate going to work every day. How they only are doing whatever for the money to survive. And how they hate the people they work with. It makes for a very awkward conversation when I am sitting there and they look at me to contribute to the conversation and I say: well, I really love my job and my students; I’d probably do this job without pay I like it so much; and I work with some amazing people who have become really good friends of mine. So, my Christmas present to myself is that I have found myself a job that I truly love and I can’t imagine myself doing anything else right now.
2. To finish my “Stories from Finals Week.” Thursday kids took tests and such, but Friday was make up day. I had only one student take a test and that was it. The rest of the day I cleaned and re-arranged my room, got some lunch, hung out with other teachers. A really great day. But then as I was walking out of school with my bags overflowing and such, I passed a lady who looked very familiar. At second glance I realized she looked JUST like her daughter. So I asked – “Are you MTT’s mom?” She said yes and I told her I was her Spanish teacher. Her face lit up and she said: “So you’re who I hear about all the time. You are her favorite teacher and she absolutely loves your class. I can’t thank you enough for moving here to share your talents.” I said – “No, the pleasure is mine to teach your daughter . . .” And we had a short conversation about my life, etc. Then, her mom just casually said: “OH, and we went to the Superintendent and bragged about how great you are – we feel so fortunate to have you in our daughter’s life that we want the administration to know how great you’re doing.” I was taken aback. I knew this family liked me, I got periodic e-mails just saying thanks for being a great teacher and they invited me over for Thanksgiving (unfortunately, I already had plans to see my family). But, to see that they were going to such great lengths for me made me speechless. And it’s these moments that carry me on and make me love my job so much. Moments when I never thought I was doing anything too special and this family has gone ahead and reached out to district administration to brag on me. I feel so fortunate to live in a community that cares for me so greatly and I can’t wait to get back there.
So, I close with this:
I love my kids.
I love my school.
and, I love my job.