Your story matters.
Your teaching matters.
Take a minute and remember why you joined the profession in the first place. Do you remember? I do. I wanted to change the world one child at a time.
Today I spent the day in a meeting. The content was a little difficult to swallow. However, I was sitting beside one of my first mentors. Mr. Phillips. He was my 8th grade science teacher. That was before I decided to become a science teacher. That was before I realized I was made to love middle school kids.
Once I realized these things, I knew I wanted to learn from Mr. Phillips. He was my cooperating teacher for student teaching. I learned a lot of important things from him. Things not taught in college classrooms. Things I couldn’t learn from reading. Things not found on Google.
Tony (I can call him that now that I’ve joined the ranks, became a colleague, and more importantly, a friend.) taught me to care more. He taught me to care when they push you away. He taught me to care when they act like they don’t care.
He said to me today, “I just want to make a difference. That’s why I became a teacher.”
Sometimes in the face of mandates and standards and evaluations it seems like it’s harder to be the kind of teacher who cares more. And then I remembered sitting in Tony’s class, and learning to care about science and the world and the people around me. All because the teacher in the front of the room wanted to make a difference.
In spite of it all, teachers still matter. You matter. Go teach like it’s the most important thing in the world. Because, here’s a little secret, it is the only way teachers will continue to make a difference.
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