With all the goings on in Wisconsin, I'm thinking, a lot, about the teachers in my life. So much so that I sat down to write a post about them today before realizing that I've written about them before. (I've been blathering on in this space for nearly six years. I've covered a lot of ground.)This post includes many anecdotes about teachers past.And this post gives other teachers their due.
I was fortunate to have some truly extraordinary teachers in my life.
So, to this bald-headed putz who says teachers have a part-time job
, because his mom was a teacher and he used to go shopping with her at Loehmann's at 3 p.m., I applaud Jon Stewart's retort: "My mom was a teacher and she worked her ass off for not a lot of money. Hey, maybe your mom was a shitty teacher."
The ones I know are dedicated far above and beyond their job descriptions. They continue to educate our kids even as they have to buy their own supplies for their classrooms and teach from out-of-date books.
Teachers, we are indebted to you. Most of you are vastly under-compensated. And lately, from at least one segment of society, under-appreciated.
My appreciation is not enough but it is deeply heartfelt: Thank you, teachers, for all you do.