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When my mother was pregnant with her second child, I was 4. I pointed at her swollen belly confused at how my mother had gotten so big in such little time. My father scooped me in his tree trunk arms and said, the closest thing to God on this earth is a woman’s body. It’s where life comes from…and to have a grown man tell me something so powerful at such a young age changed me to see that the entire universe rested at my mother’s feet.
Rupi Kaur (via heartheraindrops-fall)

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Anonymous asked:

What would you say the most satisfying and dissatisfying parts of being a teacher are?


I’m going to start with dissatisfying:

Teaching is hard. Not only do I have to create engaging lessons for the 100 students I see daily, assess where they’re at academically, push them to grow without overwhelming them, manage personalities in a classroom, deal with the emotional turmoil of teenagers, chase down late work, and grade all the work they do so we can do it again the next week, but I also have to balance that with all the extracurricular activities I’m required to do. Teaching is not for the faint of heart.

The most dissatisfying part about teaching is that no one really understands this. Politicians don’t understand it, parents don’t understand it, your friends certainly don’t understand it. And there’s a weird thing that a lot of times administrators don’t understand this. Teaching takes over your mind and your heart and your life and no one wants to hear about it. Your friends don’t want to hear about how Suzy is having trouble grasping this math concept, or how you don’t know what to do because Timmy pulled out his fake ID in the middle of class. I think the reason why the first year teaching is so hard is you start to understand that few non-teachers in your life care what happened today. [And those who do care only care to a certain point!]. You’re working a job that is one of the most difficult in the world and the only thing anyone can say to you is “good thing you get summers off”. You will feel very alone.

But there are moments - rare but rich moments - where it is all worth it. You’ll have a kid that always struggles excitedly show his A paper to his friends. You’ll have students yell your name in excitement at sporting events and tell you they miss your class when they don’t have it anymore. You’ll find notes on your desk and discover Tweets that quote you [in a good way]. You’ll overhear a student counseling their friend with something you said to them one-on-one. You’ll read essays that are so good you’ll swear they’re plagiarized and have the joy of discovering they weren’t. You’ll see a girl get help for her depression because she risked being honest with you. It sounds cheesy only to those who have never experienced it - teaching changes lives. Being a part of life change is immensely satisfying.

And even though I cry some nights because of the heart-burden of the students and I eat chocolate some nights because of the burdens of the job, it is all worth it.

This is why I want to teach

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