(I’ve been having problems with my blog sending out notifications to my subscribers. My awesome son-in-law fixed the problem, so I’m going to resend this post I wrote yesterday. I apologize to any of you who did get this post and are now getting it for a second time. Thank you for your patience!)
I love my job.
I have been substituting teaching middle schoolers for 13 years and 98% of the time I really love it. (The 2% can be a killer, but, it’s only 2%. I can live with that.)
Everything about it — the students, the teaching, the reading, the encouraging and directing, and the staff.
The school I currently work at has pretty great teachers. It’s been a joy to get to know them and be their friend. And every so often I actually get to see them at work doing their awesome thing shepherding needy, curious, sweet, aggravating middle schoolers through what most of us remember being the WORST YEARS OF OUR LIVES. It’s quite a task and responsibility. I’m humbled by their dedication and patience.
The other day I had a long conversation with one of them. And one of the things she said was:
You are in charge of your own education.