I feel like every teacher in the U.S. has the ability to lament about teacher pay. It sucks. My favorite argument is that teachers shouldn't get paid much because they are just "glorified babysitters". Well, in all honesty, I'd love to get paid like a babysitter. I would love to be paid an hourly wage plus an extra amount per child I teach (I only have a measly 160 students but still). Furthermore, I'd love to be on an hourly wage so that I could get paid for the 12 hour days and weekends. That would be awesome. Yesterday, I found out that due to a counting snafu, I will be bumped into a lower pay bracket than I originally was in. While the decrease doesn't sound significant, when my budget is already tight, I'm certainly not a fan of less money.
Due to that wonderful news, my mood hasn't been the best. I want to be very clear; I am not in this profession for the money. The rest of this post will attest to that. However, I would love to be able to make a livable wage (something I am aware many people struggle with more than I do). Since my mood has be dour, I needed a pick me up. In comes my fourth period class. It is a small, creative writing class of mostly upperclassmen. They were a hoot and a half today! We got work done on poetry, but it was pepper with outbursts of songs ranging from Bastille's Pompeii to a wonderful rendition of "Call Me Maybe" which was sung by a boy who at first glance did not seem like a Carly Ray Jepsen fan. They were my redemption today.
With all of the budget issues, pay issues, curriculum and behavior issues, I strive to remember the funny times. I love when my students make me laugh. I love seeing them become passionate about something or really get into something. It is so much fun and I clutch those memories close to my heart.
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