I #loveteaching for one reason: I get the opportunity--every day--to mold young people's minds. I get to encourage them to use their words to express who they are and what they believe. That's a BIG deal.
Somehow, in one class, I get the privilege of teaching--
- the grammar goddess who scoffs at others for misplacing their apostrophes
- the cynical smart guy who doesn't think highly of his abilities--or anyone else's for that matter
- the quiet exchange student who is slowly getting more and more confident as time moves on
- the feminist who wants to move away from girls getting in trouble for dress code violations to teaching boys how to avoid objectifying them
- the adopted activist who wants to build a non-profit for students who live challenging lives
- the girl who wants to be goth, but can't because of her mother
- the photographer
- the grade-below smarty
- the Jesus freak
- the atheist
- the actor
- the athlete
- the organist
I get to challenge myself--to use my brains, my creativity, my compassion, and my passion--to connect with these young people, to get them to think deeply about who they are now and who they want to be.
But there's a sadness that must be admitted: as soon as the autonomy, the passion, and the purpose are gone, I will no longer #loveteaching.
Here's to hoping the educational system understands what it must do to keep its most dedicated employees.