Today was the first day the students were actually “back to school.” Ok, I didn’t quite make my 15 days before the first day….hey, I tried. It was a good day. An exhausting day, but a good day. Let’s zoom in.
11:20: I’ve been teaching like my hair is on fire since 9:00 am. Routines and read alouds, putting away supplies, collecting forms and money, the list goes on and on. I drop the students at art, rush to the restroom, and then flop in a chair in my classroom. It’s the first time I’ve sat down since 8:30 this morning. My brain can only think of one thing….coffee. I start imagining what it would be like for an iced coffee to arrive at my door. Little beads of dew sliding down the slick edges of the plastic cup. The perfect dark ebony color just slightly tinged with a hint of creamy milk. A straw beckoning to me…drink me…drink me…
The media seems to be doing a lot of teacher bashing lately. But they don’t realize that teachers really aren’t the selfish fat cats they make us out to be. (Come on I only take my Hummer limo to school a few times a week.) This is a HARD JOB. So much so that I would have sold my soul for an iced coffee at 11:20 am this morning. You see sending a student to the Starbucks and passing it off as a math lesson is frowned upon.
It made me think of the little things. (Most of them food related.) The dad who bought us breakfast at music fest last year. The Shamrock Shake one of my students handed me after a hard day. The stack of cards in my bottom desk drawer that say things like, “You’re best techer.” Yes, that’s how it was spelled and yes I had one more lesson for that student before they left my care.
So today, on my first day, I am thankful for the small things. I’m no longer going to listen to the news about lazy teachers or overpaid teachers. Because I know the truth. We put our blood, sweat, and tears….literally…into this job every day. No really, I stabbed myself with a sharpie this morning. We also don’t get coffee breaks, pee breaks, or lunch breaks most days. We do everything from patching up boo boos to fixing copy machines MacGyver style with a toothpick and a junior mint. Oh, and we teach.