Teaching Is So Hard
There are days in February when teaching is so hard.
(Who am I kidding? Y’all teachers know that it’s hard all the time.)
But then you see your kids waiting in the dark for the bus after running four miles because they are training for a winter 10K and you know that they still have a few hours of homework left to do and (for some of them) siblings to help and (for others of them) dinner to cook and (for all of them) another bus (or two) to catch at 6:00 a.m. the next morning (not to mention the standard barrage of challenges that come with being a middle school student) and you realize that, yeah, teaching is hard but — at eleven and twelve and thirteen years old — your students actually work as hard (if not harder) than you and that’s a pretty sobering and enlightening and beautiful thought.
