I love my job! Being a teacher, helping teenagers, and embracing my love of history, makes for a wonderful way to spend my Monday-Friday mornings! As my principal read quotes from my students of their experience in my class, I couldn't help but tear up when I was honored at a banquet Thursday evening. Here are two that meant a lot to me [weep, weep].
"My most favorite thing about how Mrs. Rogers teaches is that she doesn't give up on ANY of her students in class. She treats us all with kindness regardless if we didn't do our work, all she asks of her students is to do our best."
This quote means a lot because so many teachers only want to teach the elite students, but anyone can teach those students. The year I realized that all of my favorite students were my "flunkies" was the year I really felt like I had arrived as a teacher. Even though most of them did ultimately fail my class, they knew that they were treated equal, that they were deeply cared for and valued, and for 52 minutes every day they had a positive and safe learning environment.
"What I liked about this class was that Mrs. Rogers was always happy and she loved teaching us."
Although this one sounds more like an obituary, it still resonates in my heart. In high school, the teachers I loved most were the ones that were passionate about the subject they taught....you could just tell they were different than the others. I love this quote because this is what makes seventeen year-olds want to learn more about American history and appreciate the country they live in despite its flaws.
Exciting on a different and completely superficial level was the purchase of my first "grown-up" shoes. If I worked in corporate America, these would have been purchased upon the hiring of my first job. However, I work in a rural school where I step out of my car onto a dirt, or mud, parking lot and then I stand on my feet for a LONG time. So eight years into my career, these beautiful, classic, soft black leather BCBG stilettos have finally arrived on my feet and in my closet. Although, I do not plan on teaching in them, they already have several dates planned with my feet this summer!
So the fruits of my labor go something like this: a plaque on my classroom wall, a kick a** pair of shoes in my closet and countless teenage hearts who have felt loved by me and I by them. Not a bad living!