Early this morning I was on a bit of a ledge. Frustration gripped my attitude, and I started to question why I’m still teaching.
On cue, a friend sent me this YouTube video, which body-slammed that frustration and freed me to start remembering why I stay.
I stay, because I get to read articles like this and discuss diction and purpose.
I stay, because I get to watch a small band of reporters generate story ideas for our final issue of this year’s paper.
I stay, because I get to read poems written by students who say to me, “It’s really not that good.” I stay because I love the look on their faces when I am genuinely floored by the poems they write. So much better than mine.
I stay, because I get to have conversations like these:
“Have you read (X) book?”
“Not yet–it’s on my list though!”
“Ms. Rowse, you HAVE to read it! It’s so good! I stayed up way late because I couldn’t stop reading it!”
I stay, because when I have the time to go to their concerts and games, I choke up with pride in their possibilities.
I stay, because for any given bad day I might have, I get to have days like today.