I like to teach, I really do. It's cool to see the light bulb flicker and then finally shine bright. I enjoy the challenge of trying shape young minds on a regular basis with mathematics, while being able to occasionally throwing in a simple life lesson or a slice of advice when the opportunity presents itself.
Dare I say it? Yes, I even feel as though I make a difference.
Today was one of those days where I come home and look at baseball related job postings on the internet. This usually happens only 3-5 times a school year, but the more times this happens, over the length of my now twelve year career, the more I seriously consider the jump to another profession.
I have no numbers to back this up, although I'm sure they exist, but the number of fights at my high school seem to be going up each year. I remember years where we only had two fights, and I've already walked participants down to the office for two fights this year.
Today was something else. Started over a bag of Flamin' Hot Cheetos. Ended a couple minutes later after I was finally able to force some space between two "gentlemen."
I hate it when people compare the teaching profession to that of a glorified babysitter. Today, I was that babysitter.
Here's the latest job in Major League Baseball that I have come across. It's only an internship, but you have to get your foot in the door somehow, right?
really don't like the Yankees.
Hopefully tomorrow I won't feel like a babysitter.