Sadly, as I write this post, I have been informed that Kirby Puckett has died. Though I don't really care about Minnesota sports (yeah, I'm from New York, folks), it is quite depressing to see a man at die at 44. So young.
I have some mail, so let's get to it.
Mail time.
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Leab,
How's your sister?
A Nosy Reader.
Dear NR,
My sister's fine, thank you. Her surgery went well. She's in pain, and what's worse...she cannot pick up her daughter for about a month. When you have a two year old, that's tough. Any well wishes can be commented here, and she will see it later.
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Leab,
Why did you go into teaching?
I read your previous entries, and I get the sense that you're not happy teaching.
Am I wrong?
A Possible Teacher
PT,
You're wrong. Sorry, but there's no other way to put it. I love teaching. Are there days when I get frustrated and I want to put a kid through the wall? Sure. Everyone has days like that. Every job, no matter what it is, has days where you just get frustrated. My wife, who I believe to be the most even-tempered person I know, has days where she tells me she wants to kill a co-worker. Hell, she tells me I'm lucky because at least the people I work with ARE kids, not just acting like them.
Why did I go into teaching? I always enjoyed it. It's a chance to shape people to create a better future. I always tell the kids that I hope I help them to become rich and famous. Then they'll come back and give me money for all my hard work. Will it happen? No, but it's fun to dream.
In all seriousness, I do it for many reasons. Some are selfish, others are not.
1. I do it to help clear out my head. If you teach, you know what I mean.
2. I do it in the hopes of training a new generation to fix the world.
3. I do it because I love a challenge, and teaching is the ULTIMATE challenge.
4. I do it because, at times, it's the most rewarding job.
5. I do it because I learn as well.
So there you go.
Peace be unto you.
2 comments:
You get mail. No one even reads my blog anymore. I'm jealous.
I was sad about Kirby, too. I hate sports...wouldn't know baseball from hockey. But you're right, so young...and so previously in shape. He just sort of gave up.
I didn't know you were from NY!
How did you end up here?
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