Why I Am Becoming a Teacher
September 28, 2011
I spent an hour today lounging on bean bags, taking turns reading and talking about a short story with three really sweet sixth grade girls. At one point, one sixth grade boy came over and asked when he would get a chance to come out in the hall to read with me.
One sixth grade boy randomly half-hugged me when we were about to go down for lunch.
I spent fifteen minutes helping a really sweet sixth grade boy build some confidence in his social studies classroom. He wished me a great weekend as he left.
One of the three girls from the morning reading session was looking for a teacher to sign an assignment sheet, and when I said I wasn’t sure if I counted or not because I’m only a student teacher, she said, “Of COURSE you count! You help so much in our class!”
These are the precious moments I get to call “work.” It’s incredible.
