The Rough Days of Teaching

If this child asks me one more question,

I am about to

Smile, and answer her questions politely

Because I care about this student, and she is polite as well.

I have never felt more blessed

Than when I walk into the classroom, and see all of those happy learners

Staring at me in excitement of the material they are about to learn

They are determined to try their best in their minds, I’m sure.

When the day continues on, and it feels as though I’ve only been here

For six hours, I smile, and count my blessings, because this is where I belong

Amongst the future generation,

Everyone has to start somewhere right?

I patiently wait while one of my students screams because they cannot contain their excitement

I patiently wait while one of my students runs to get out of his energy

I patiently wait while my students are quietly working on an assignment that is taking them

Longer than expected.

I adjust my lessons, I try to meet their needs,

At the end of the day, I am only one person, one teacher

In a classroom of easily twenty, and I wait patiently still

I hear a silent voice in my heart saying, “Don’t give up, teach.”