Yet another one of my friends became a teacher lately....and I am jealous. Not angry jealous or anything, but I remember a time where NO ONE wanted to be a teacher! I seriously have over a dozen friends who have gone into teaching in the past two years.
And don't get me wrong, I love my job. I don't know if I'm jealous of the fact that they're teachers or that they have some semblance of where their lives are going (and many of them still might not), or maybe it is because they have finished college and I am 15 stinkin' hours away and I can't seem to find the right way to finish. 3 1/2 years out of school, wow. Anyways:
I was raised by and around teachers, my mother was a PE teacher for a few years, and then worked her way into special ed consulting eventually, and most of my best friends growing up were teachers kids. I mean, I spent more time with teachers in my young life than my parents it seemed like. And I loved school. We moved 7-8 times before I was 10,so I went to a bunch of different schools and had all different types of teachers. I have always gotten along with teachers too. I wasn't a teacher's pet, but if I wasn't good, Momma found out...and quick! I think it really is the most noble profession we have in our society,next to ordained ministry and military service. I really do put it up that high and it should be.
So, pity: party of one. But I am so very proud of all my friends who are starting their first year, I can imagine the nervousness they must be feeling and I know that they will do a great job.
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