I Am A Teacher.

I am a teacher.
That means, when I walk into the bathroom and a students has not flushed, it is MY job to do it.
When a kid whistles in the hallway, I have to tell him to stop.
I turn on the computers, I write the date on the board, I sharpen pencils.

I am a Special Education teacher.
That means that sometimes my students hit and peel at cuticles and sit under tables.
Sometimes, they have drastic mood swings reminiscent of middle school girls.
Often, they are socially inept.

I am a teacher.
Funding is cut. Jobs are eliminated. But still students have to learn.
I may be uncertain about where I will be in the fall, but I cannot be uncertain about how to divide syllables because my students rely on me for that.
I make posters during my prep time and check my e-mail and use the bathroom. That's about all I have time for.

I'll be honest. Sometimes I get an extra cup of coffee. (Sorry. Some days are like that.)

I am a teacher. I love it.

Unexpected happenings of late.

On April 1st:
V, a 4th grader, "Hey, you're fly is down!"
Z, a 3rd grader checks his fly.
V, "Just kidding! April Fool's!"
Z realizes his zipper really IS down, and quickly fixes it.
(I think I'm the only one who noticed and I laughed really hard.)

Life interruptions are God's divine interventions.
Case in point:
- NOT going to South Asia.
- Full-time, year-long sub job at Machetanz.
- Summer plans get a drastic change.

My resume is not as important as my obedience to and relationship with the Lord.
Go to Ninevah. The right way. Not in a whale like Jonah.

SBAs this week. SO MANY job applications. Mom and Dad go on vaca. I'll housesit Lola. Is it housesitting if I am in my own house? Huh.