I’m a Teacher

My life sucked in the 7th, 8th, and 9th grades. I don’t know how to make this funny because it sucked. My mom had cancer and was sick a lot, we lived in poverty, I had no one to help me through the horribly awkward time that was my adolescence (let me reiterate that I WAS horribly awkward), and people were cruel little shits at school. So, I quit.

In 9th grade I quit school. Today I am a teacher with two college degrees. Wanna know why I became a teacher? Because I wanted to be the teacher I never had. I stick up for the picked on, I watch for cruelty and call it out when I see it, I take awkward and poverty-stricken kids under my wing and tell them their self-worth, I talk to the bullies and find out whats going on at home, I pull kids aside and ask why they haven’t been coming to school, I find out something personal about a child I keep it to myself and don’t gossip about children in the guise of being concerned, I call parents, I love my kids and also give them structure, I keep my word and am as fair as I possibly can be, every one of my students is my kid, my baby, and I take my work home with me and worry about them at night.

I also teach History and Drama. I’m damn good at that too.