I know that at the beginning of the year someone here questioned whether or not I was meant to be a teacher as I worried about my assignment this year. I think the fact that I worry (EVERY year...my husband says) makes me a good teacher. A teacher who was in it only for the paycheck wouldn't worry at all. I want to give my students the best and every year at the beginning I worry. It's been 14 years now and I'm like that every year. Honestly though, I couldn't imagine doing anything else.

I got this email today and thought I'd share it with you all. Teachers should have HOPE, PATIENCE, and LOVE. Many of us, myself included, have posted about teacher problems the last few days. I thought this was appropriate. Maybe we should forward to those teachers that need a reminder.

By Sandysmom on Thursday, December 21, 2006 - 11:40 pm:

The schools sure could use a lot more like you. (((((hugs))))) to you for caring so much about children.

By Paulas on Thursday, December 21, 2006 - 11:50 pm:

Opps, forgot to add it to the post:

God Creates the First Teacher

On the 6th day, God created men and women. On the 7th day, he rested. Not so much to recuperate, but rather to prepare himself for the work he was going to do on the next day. For it was on that day - the 8th day - that God created the FIRST TEACHER. This TEACHER, though taken from among men and women, had several significant modifications. In general, God made the TEACHER more durable than other men and women.



The TEACHER was made to arise at a very early hour and to go to bed no earlier than 11:30 p.m.-with no rest in between. The TEACHER had to be able to withstand being locked up in an air-tight classroom for six hours with a room full of antsy students on a rainy Monday. And the TEACHER had to be fit to correct 103 term papers over Spring break. Yes, God made the TEACHER tough...but gentle too. The TEACHER was equipped with soft hands to wipe away the tears of the neglected and lonely student...of those of the sixteen year old girl who was not asked to the prom.



And into the TEACHER God poured a generous amount of patience. Patience when a student asks to repeat the directions the TEACHER has just repeated for someone else. Patience when the kids forget their lunch money for the fourth day in a row. Patience when one-third of the class fails the test. Patience when the text books haven't arrived yet, and the semester starts tomorrow.



And God gave the TEACHER a heart slightly bigger than the average human heart. For the TEACHER's heart had to be big enough to love the kid who screams, "I hate this class; it's boring!" and to love the kid who runs out of the classroom at the end of the period without so much as a "goodbye", let alone a "thank you".

And lastly, God gave the TEACHER an abundant supply of HOPE. For God knew that the TEACHER would always be hoping. Hoping that the kids would someday learn how to spell...hoping not to have lunchroom duty...hoping that Friday would come...hoping for a free day....hoping for deliverance.

When God finished creating the TEACHER, he stepped back and admired the work of his hands. And God saw that the TEACHER was good. Very Good! And God smiled, for when he looked at the TEACHER, he saw into the future. He knew that the future is in the hands of the TEACHERS.



And because God loves Teachers so much, on the 9th day God created "Snow