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Last night was Class Night for our seniors. Simply put, it’s an award ceremony for various seniors in all areas. This is the time of year that both teachers and students are tired. Really tired. We’re running on empty, trying to encourage students to stick it out and work hard for a few more weeks. We’re hot, we’re stressed, we’re really looking forward to summer, and it’s pretty likely that our rooms smell from having 20 sweaty kids packed together in small spaces. We’re below the E line and the gas light has been on for about 20 miles now. But last night was like fueling up with the good stuff, with the premium gas. Last night we saw all these great students receive awards and be honored for their accomplishments. It really captured the essence of why teacher’s teach. It’s so easy to get caught up with the “ughs” of the classroom. The rhetorical questions of “why can’t they just listen/behave/not text during class/try to hide i-Pods/do their work?” The ughs of paperwork and meetings and misbehaving students. The ughs “how many times do I need tell you not to speak like that?” And then you see these kids all dressed up, getting awards, being successful, talking about going off to college, and you realize that yes, you absolutely love your job. You absolutely love these kids. You absolutely don’t understand why more people don’t choose education as a profession. You will absolutely miss these kids next year, no matter how crazy they may have made you throughout the year.
It’s exactly what we needed last night. We’re all refueled and ready to kick the end of year’s butt.
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I’m jealous. It must be nice to have a job with moments of satisfaction greater than “the client didn’t butcher the script that badly this time.”