The goose scored a place in her school’s chamber chorus (we are so proud). What that means for me is that I have to get her to school by 6:50 A-freaking-M. I pulled into the school lot, grumbling to myself about the ridiculousness of the hour, only to find car after car doing the same. It was then that I realized that they were teachers getting there to start their day. That means that their day of work starts at 7am and goes until at least 3:00pm. That’s a long day. And it’s not like they are doing mindless work. Their’s is the most important job of all.
“those who can not do, teach”, is one of the ugliest things I’ve ever heard. There are plenty of “doers” who would be incapable of sharing their knowledge. Think of charades. Those people who exasperatingly continue to do the same hand motion over and over again, incredulous that no one gets their clue. The mind of a teacher must be capable of great problem solving. They must take their work home with them. A great teacher is compelled to reach the most unreachable of students.
My great teacher was mrs wolf, first grade. She was WONDERFUL. She made me feel like I was good and capable and smart. An amazing thing because she was only my teacher for half of the year. Sadly, she went on sick leave and passed away. A terrible story for another time. She left an indelible mark on me which could not be undone by her evil long term substitute, whose name I have long forgotten. Mrs wolf saw something special in me and helped me to see it too. I bet if you were to ask any of my classmates they would tell you the same thing. It is no small gift to make each student feel like your favorite.
To anyone who believes that being a teacher is a cake job, I say shame on you. Yes, teachers get the summer off, but they are doing more work during the school year than other professions do in a calendar year. How could they not need time to refuel? To be a full time parent to their own children. To plan how they will mold lives in the next September. Not to mention the often times nonsensical hoops that teachers must jump through to be in compliance with the rules that instead of leaving no child behind push no child forward.
If you are lucky, you had a mrs. wolf too. If you are even luckier, you know who your child’s mrs. wolf is. Take a minute to send them a note thanking them for being that person for your kid. We all need to know that we are good and capable and smart. Not least of all, those responsible for molding the minds of our youth.
Maybe, just maybe, when you are pouring your second cup of coffee, you will think of them pulling into their parking spot at 7AM.