I honestly can't think of anything I would rather be doing. Well... outside of the house, anyway.
When I was in school, I always adored my teachers, and I was fortunate to have some truly great ones. I have remained in contact with many of my teachers years later, and it was even my 5th grade teachers - and one of my all time heros - who officiated our wedding.
So recently, I was taken quite aback when I received this:
We've been working on improving students' paragraph writing, so for extra credit last semester, I asked students to write on a specific topic and diagram their paragraphs by highlighting topic sentences, circling transition words and so forth.
One of the topics was about a hero in their life whom they admire, and I came back as the subject of that particular paragraph.
Wow.
And, I know it comes off looking like a brown-nosing ploy; but this was me as a student. If I liked a teacher, I wasn't shy about letting them know it. Not to mention, (as was also true of me in school) she didn't need the extra credit to begin with - she already had an A in my class.
It's an honor, not because I think she truly views me as a hero (nor, let's be honest, am I worthy of that kind of praise). I think that this was just her way of telling me that she really, really likes me. And that is worth a lot, in my book!
I may never cure cancer; I may not be a great humanitarian or mean anything significant to the world. Mostly, I think that raising my children will be my biggest contribution to this world, and I'm quite okay with that. But it humbles and delights me to think that I might actually make a difference to a few people along the way.
Let's face it: that's why I became a teacher to begin with.
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