Teaching

I've been thinking about my job for the past few weeks.
This year I'm teaching in a different state and my job is different.
The first week of the school year...I honestly thought to myself..."I just don't know if I can do this..."
{I mean...I have to write lesson plans}
Please raise your hand if you thought after college you would never write another lesson plan?!!
Move to Texas and you write lesson plans.
I guess we are just held more accountable--which actually is a good thing.
Anyways, I've gotten use to it. My team is amazing and we do what we need to do.

Back to my thoughts...

I love my job.

Truly, I honestly love my job.

BUT there are days that I don't.

There are days when I just completely question my profession. That usually happens after a child has driven me to drink more caffeine than should be allowed in my body or having a conversation about name calling. I mean who calls a girl "chubs" because they "don't like her"? 

I'm just being real when I say there are days that I question.

There is not a day that I don't love it though.

I think what makes everything worth it is my students.
You guys. My students. I love them.
One of my boys recently got glasses and he came up to me with his glasses on and a dictionary. He told me all about the brain. It was like over night he became a genius. I loved it.
A girl checked out her favorite book from the library for me to read. She is also reading it, so we can do a book club.
My student with autism hugs me. YA'LL that was a feat in itself. He hugs me. I mean don't get me wrong, he still kicks and tells people to shut up, but he hugs me.

My main point to this post is that  teaching is really hard, but I love it and that is real life.