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Teacher Appreciation Week My fellow educators, I salute you. The job you do is frequently difficult, usually thankless, and often exhausting. Yet, you do it with grace, skill, charm, and humor every day, 180 days a year. You know that being a "real" teacher isn't about the paycheck, or the paperwork, or the prep periods. It's about the kids. Plain and simple. Teaching isn't a job. It's not even a career. It's a calling. "You hear the heartbeats of crisis and always have time to listen." Thank you for all you do! I love this joke, and thought it was appropriate to post this week: You Might Be a Teacher If ... You believe the staff room should have a valium salt lick. You find humor in other people's stupidity. You want to slap the next person who says, "It must be nice to work from 8 to 3 and have the summer off." You can tell it's a full moon without ever looking outside. You believe "shallow gene pool" should have its own box on the report card. You believe that unspeakable evil will befall you if anyone says, "Boy, the kids are sure mellow today." You know that the only sure-fire way to get teachers to a meeting on time is to annouce that food will be provided. When out in public you feel the urge to snap your fingers at children you don't know and correct their behavior. You encourage your spouse by telling them they are a "good helper." You grade papers in the car, during commercials, in faculty meetings, in the bathroom, and, at report card time, even in church. You are written up in medical journals for the size and elasticity of your bladder. You have a disjointed neck from writing on boards without turning your back on the class. You buy Excedrin in bulk size. You know that the secretaries and custodians really run the school. You have been timed gulping down a full lunch in 2 minutes, 18 seconds. You know that it is sometimes better to seek forgiveness than to ask permission from your administrators. Your personal life comes to a screeching halt at report card time. You have no life between August and June. You know one hundred good reasons for being late. You refer to adults as "boys and girls." Meeting a child's parent instantly anwers the question, "why is this kid like this?" Marking all A's on the report card would make your life soooo much simpler. You're not talking about a food group when you mention "vegetables." You believe in aerial spraying of Prozac. You think caffeine should be given intravenously. You really encourage an obnoxious parent to check into charter schools or home schooling. You've ever had your profession slammed by someone who would never, ever dream of doing your job. You can't have children of your own, because there is no name you could give a child that wouldn't bring on high blood pressure the moment you heard it. You think people should be required to get a government permit before being allowed to reproduce. You wonder how some parents ever managed to reproduce. But, most importantly... You know that you teach students, not just a subject. past | future0 comments Listening to: Reading: Eating/drinking: Do what to me?!? - April 24, 2007 Wicked funny websearch - April 05, 2007 Trot out the dogs 'n ponies - March 31, 2007 Almost done... - March 20, 2007 Who am I? - March 12, 2007 READ ME |