When you are fortunate to go to work at a job that you truly love, it makes all the difference in the world. I guess I’m fortunate . . . being a teacher is pretty much the bee’s knees for me. I love the way my kids looks when they “get” something. The ways that they change from day to day and, let’s face it, from hour to hour. I love the look of recognition that occurs when they are taking on the role of teacher. There’s not a lot that I wouldn’t do for them. Need some extra help? We can arrange that. Wanna play Wii at lunch? Sure . . . I gotcha. Just feel like telling me how confusing seventh grade is? Trust me. I hated it, too.

I work in a job that allows me to be goofy and dance to Madonna’s “Holiday” to prove a point. Where a casual mention of a sports team elicits passion that lacking in most of our elected representatives. It’s a job that has more ups than downs and occasional confessions about love of the silly crap. I come in everyday to a district that values technology and embraces those that are willing to try. I benefit from that, but my kids benefit more, which is exactly how it should be. We get to celebrate each other’s triumph and try to figure out how to make the bumps smoother along the roads they travel.

3:30 - My desk has seen neater days, but at least I can see it.

3:30 – My desk has seen neater days, but at least I can see it.

Are there aspects of my job that I don’t like? If there weren’t, I’d question myself. I loathe the changes that occur in the effort to make teachers more accountable. I don’t quite get the 100% proficient requirement in federal laws. I despise the constant attacks in the media about how these teachers just don’t get it. I could add more, but in the end, it boils down to this . . . I love my job.

“My Party” by Kinds of Leon