“Believe it or not, I’m a teacher”. I’ve said that many times. If you saw me you’d understand. I’m not quite four feet and weigh”¦ well, wait a minute, I’m not telling you that! Not even if they paid me! Okay, maybe if they paid me. Oh, did I forget to mention the wheelchair? Gee, I love when that happens!
Teaching allows me to forget. People say the kids of today are rude, selfish, and lack compassion. But, with me, they see eye
to eye”¦ literally. My limitations allow me to understand theirs. My small victories help me revel in their accomplishments. My students afford me respect that many adults are loathe to give.
Sometimes being transparent is a good thing. I like that they can see past the scoliosis and the contracted limbs. They see me, their teacher”¦ period. They seek my advice both academic and personal. They think I’m funny. And, it feels good. It’s nice to give back.
I once asked a fellow teacher why we do the things we do. She said simply, “I like to help”. Good answer. Me too.
School is no longer just reading, writing, and arithmetic. It’s a glimpse into the scary world of adulthood. I hope I’ve made it a little less scary. I hope I’ve taught them half as much as they’ve taught me. And I really hope one of them ends up playing for the Phillies and remembers me at playoff time!