I didn't know poem

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  1. miss_m

    miss_m Rookie

    Oct 11, 2006
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    Oct 11, 2006

    I didn't know that years of school and a college degree would be of little
    consolation when facing a room full of bright little eyes on the
    first day of school. I thought I was ready...

    I didn't know that five minutes can seem like five hours when there is
    idle time and an eight hour school day far too short for a
    well-planned day of teaching.

    I didn't know that teaching children was only a fraction of my job.
    No one tells you about the conferences and phone calls, faculty meetings, committees, paperwork and paperwork...

    I didn't know that it took so long to cut out letters, draw and color pictures,
    laminate-all for those bulletin boards that were always "just there"...

    I didn't know that I would become such a scavenger, and that teaching
    materials would feel like pure gold in my hands...

    I didn't know that an administration and co-workers that support
    and help you could make such a difference...

    I didn't know that there would be children that I loved and cared for
    and stayed up late worrying about, who, one day,
    would simply not show up.
    And that I would never see them again...

    I didn't know that I can't always dry little tears and mend broken hearts.
    I thought I could always make a difference...

    I didn't know that the sound of children's laughter could drown
    out the sound of all the world's sadness...

    I didn't know that children could feel so profoundly.
    A broken heart knows no age.

    I didn't know that a single "yes ma'am" from a disrespectful child
    or a note in my desk that says "You're the best!" could make me feel like
    I'm on top of a mountain and forget the valleys I forged to get there...

    I never knew that after one year of teaching I would feel so much
    wiser, more tired, sadder and happier, all at once.
    And that I would no longer call teaching my job,
    but my privilege.

    The work can wait while you show the child the rainbow,
    but the rainbow won't wait while you do the work. Patricia Clafford :love:
  3. MrsC

    MrsC Multitudinous

    Aug 8, 2005
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    Oct 11, 2006

    Thanks so much for sharing this. After a difficult couple of weeks I needed to be reminded of why I love what I do every day.
  4. Beth2004

    Beth2004 Maven

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    Oct 11, 2006

    What a great poem. I'm always looking for teacher quotes and poems and things, but surprisingly I've never seen this one. Thanks!
  5. miss_m

    miss_m Rookie

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    Oct 12, 2006

    I swear I cried the 1st time I read this. Every word is so true!

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