I bet this looks like just a door to you. You may think it’s nothing special, just
another classroom door that could lead to countless classrooms across the
US. But you would be wrong. This particular door shows so much more than
just the opening your kids walk through everyday to learn reading and
writing. See how the lights are still on
on the other side? This picture was
taken last night hours after the laughter and chatter had left the
building. Behind that door is a teacher
who is putting in their 11th hour of the day at school and still has
work to be done. The teacher is correcting
papers from the 170 students they see each day, making sure that everyone’s
grades get entered, and pouring over the papers to try and understand what’s
working and what the students need extra help on, feeling like they themselves
have failed as a teacher when one of their students fail.
Head across
the hallway and you find another teacher just locking up their room. They’ve been looking over state testing
scores, checking to see who is progressing and what topics need to be brushed
up on. If you head up the stairs a science
teacher is in the gym for the Science Fair.
She unselfishly gave up her own personal time to sit with the projects
so that people could come and see them after their own workday.
As you
drive away you can see there are a few lone lights still on in classrooms up
the hill. And this is just one
night. Other nights or early mornings
you will find music teachers prepping for concerts and plays, math teachers working
hard to become familiar with a new curriculum so they can teach it to the kids
and make sure they excel. Teachers grading
papers, writing tests, making lesson plans, in meetings, working on report cards,
reading research papers, creating activities, worrying about why Susie doesn’t
seem to be herself lately or why Tommy hasn’t been turning in assignments. They want to make sure each child knows their
worth, knows they are loved, knows they can do great things while still making
sure they know about the Constitution, and cell division, and past
participles.
The door in
the picture mentioned above belongs to a 5th grade classroom. The teacher behind that door is my
husband. The teacher across the hall and
up the stairs are my coworkers, the lights on in classrooms up the hill belong
to my friends, and the teachers you will find all over the US are my mother, my
aunts and uncles, my grandparents, brothers-in-law, neighbors and cousins. I have watched first-hand my entire life the
love and dedication that is poured out of teachers over so many young
minds. I have seen the tears of frustration
and the tears of joy. Teaching is not
for the faint of heart.
To all the
teachers out there who are feeling exhausted, spread-thin, wondering if you’re
doing anything right or making a difference at all, please know that
you.are.amazing.
You are doing some of the most noble work that all too often
is underappreciated and for what it’s worth, I appreciate you and what you
do.
“A good
teacher is like a candle – it consumes itself to light the way for others.”