Thursday, March 18, 2010
About that job of mine...
Have I mentioned, ever, how much I love my job? I mean really love it?
Well, I do, and it has nothing to do with where I work. It has everything to do with what I do.
As I've said in previous posts, I'm a teacher. I teach high school English.
Go ahead. Groan. I know it's coming. It's OK...I hear it a lot! I'm over it. You see, it's taken me a few years, but I've come to realize that I'm a good teacher. My students really like me. I like that. They try harder and do more for me because they like me. It's WAY cool.
They're loyal, too. Fiercely loyal. That part is really cool. Just yesterday, two of my students came up to me, one of them furious. Apparently, the upset one had overheard two other teachers speaking unkindly about me. She said she wanted to butt in; however, chose not to, knowing it was a bad idea. This is not a "good student" by standard definition, but she and I get along quite well and she does her work. I absolutely loved seeing how upset she was that someone would "dis" me . . . she even offered to "cuss them out" for me. It was neat. She's like that. She's a tough kid and a lot of the teachers don't particularly like her. Like I said, I do. Whatever. We are all different. This is not the first time she has been upset about how someone spoke to or of me.
So...instead of being upset that these other teachers spoke ill of me, I'm happy to know I have students who love me enough to take up for me. It's cool...really cool.