That Kind of Teacher

My first teaching gig wasn’t easy. The first year was especially daunting what with a boy being thrown through the glass of my classroom door and all. I huddled around the “haters” (teachers who hated their jobs and, clearly, our students) in the Faculty Lounge, contributing to the bitch sessions every now and again, but something within kept nagging me like a portable Italian mother reminding me to “Mangia! Mangia!” But instead of eating my weight in lasagna, well I did that, too, this nag kept telling me to shut my piehole because I, in fact, loved my job, no matter how hard it was.

I kept on keepin’ on and I’m so glad I did. The first high school where I was hired became one of my favorite places on earth. I wrote about an experience I had there and shared it with the fine people over at We Are Teachers. Click HERE or the image below to read it (seriously, please click it. Read it. Thanks ya!)

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  1. Oh, my god you made me cry! I’ve seen great teachers and really crappy ones. Thanks for being one of the greats. Those kind make such a huge impact not just in English, but in lives.

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