Two weeks ago I got all starry-eyed about being the next big blogging sensation. I linked up to a few workshop sites and got a significant amount of traffic. In my zeal to be a famous blogger, I wrote a semi-long post about how my little darlings at school were cutting into my blogging time. I was kind, but I did whine a little about the papers I had to grade instead of working on the blog. What I forgot was that blogging isn’t my job.
In my fledgling path to blogging success, I stumbled on an amazing writer who actually brought me to my senses about begrudging my students the time I owe them. Hannah Katy’s post about her preschool students was poignant and reminded me why I am a teacher. She’s right; my students are not going to remember much about me or what I taught them in eighth grade, but they will remember if I loved them and proved it to them by my actions.
At least for now, that’s my job and I’m lucky to have a job that I love.
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