Why I Do This: Monday Nights

Why I do this is a continuing series of education..er…ahhh…editorials.  If you don’t like ’em, check out my projects!  I do a lot of woodworking here, but I do more teaching in real-life.  Teaching, whether a reader on these blogs, or at TX/RX labs, or at my work, is what I really love.  I’m a self-proclaimed I-might-be-ok-at-some-point woodworker.  I’m a wicked good teacher.  Once in a while, I’ve got to say my piece about the craft of teaching.

Just helped put my children to bed. Nothing special, really. Probably the same thing your doing, probably the same thing any number of parents do. Nothing really special there. Maybe your catching the premier of that show with a monkey. Or a mob doctor. Hell, it’s Monday, so maybe your catching the game. Nothin’ special there either.

But, it is Monday, so I’m putting grades together, planning lessons and building curriculum. I’ve got a stack of e-mails to catch up on. Including a few from my students asking for help. I’ll answer those first, my boss, god love him, can wait. See, I’m a teacher so when my duties with my own kids are completed, I go back to work for yours.

And there’s nothing special there either. Your kid’s teachers are doing the same, because that’s what your kid, and listen up, here’s the important part, and every other kid deserve.

And I really ain’t asking for much. I ain’t asking for a lot of money. I ain’t worried about the hours, because I already volunteer to teach summer school. I already run after-school clubs, after-school tutoring and stay after-school to plan.  Early in my career, I took a $10k pay cut in order to teach after-school and get my Master’s at the same time.  I sacrifice because I love the work and I love the purpose.

But I would like, just once, to see my profession described in the media as engaging and rewarding, challenging and necessary instead of lazy and incompetent. I’d like to see, just once, when someone asks, “Why do they strike?” for someone other than me say “Because it’s an American worker’s right” instead of “greed”. And I’d like it, when I introduce myself to my wife’s colleagues, all the bright-suited and cubicled bunch of ’em, for them to give me the same respect I give them: I don’t tell you how to run a business, so don’t tell me how I should “educate” kids. You make the widgets, bud.

I make men and women and the sunshine in your day when they come home laughing saying “Daddy, Mommy, guess what I LEARNED today!!!”
That’s what I make.  That’s what I do.  It’s why I do this.
Make it safe, keep the rubber-side down this week.