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.