I work harder than almost anyone I know and leave work every day emotionally, mentally, and physically drained. If someone asked me why I do it, this would be my reply:
I had a student who had to live alone his senior year because his parents had to work out of town all week. He came into class worried about how he would eat because he didn't know how to cook anything. We got online and found easy recipes he could handle. Another day he came in angry that a teacher had accused him of smoking pot at school and he'd gotten in her face. I just said, "I know it wasn't you, but you shouldn't have handled it like that. You're better than that." He looked me in the eye and said, "Thanks Miss, you're right, I am, but sometimes I need to come back and hear you say it." I bawled at his graduation like he was my own and when he introduced me to his mom, she hugged me crying and said, "Thank you for being his mom when I couldn't be there." He sends me a texts regularly and I got one last week (two years after he graduated) to tell me he got a promotion at work and he wants to take me to lunch.
THAT'S why I do this.
THAT'S why I do this.
The only number that can measure my success as a teacher is the number of students who have touched my life and whose lives I've touched. No test score can do that.
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