At the start of teacher appreciation week, I feel selfish.
“I’m a teacher and I deserve to be recognized. Yes, I’ll take a PTA lunch. Thank you for the cards and candy. I’m awesome.”
Then I remember that I’m only a teacher because of the people around me. How much more meaningful would this week be if we take time to appreciate what it means to be a teacher?
I spent an entire class period this year talking with a student about a bad breakup. What did that mean to her? What does it mean when I stay at school to five or six o’clock with a club? What does it mean when I go to the school play or musical?
I wouldn’t get to have those experiences or relationships if I wasn’t a teacher.
I appreciate students and the hard work of learning. I appreciate my administrators and colleagues.
I love a fist bump in the hallway as a student walks by. I love laughing and crying with students. I love jokes and serious conversations and everything in between.
I’m blessed to be a teacher.