I do not, nor will I ever, look anything like the teacher above. First off, I don't know anyone in my building that even uses their chalk board anymore. It's all about the white boards or the SMART boards. Secondly, I am no longer able to wear shoes that have heels. In fact, I hate wearing shoes at all. Thirdly, I am not skinny and if I turned sideways like that I would be a short, squat version of some weird creature that looked like a female Michelin tire woman who swallowed a watermelon whole and was on the cusp of giving birth. (No, I'm not preggers; I'm just really really fat!)
Below is a comment I just posted on another teacher's blog who also happens to have MS. She was posting about why she teaches.
"There are many reasons why we (teachers) teach but the most important one is one you touched on today in your blog post; we care and we are willing to show that caring to our students."
"People who don't teach may not ever understand how difficult it can be for us to reach out and give of ourselves day after day, with rarely any positive comments or reflections from people around us coming our way."
"We teach because there is something inside us, some spark that begs to be lit and carried forth in the hopes that someone, even just one child, will light his or her torch from ours."
That my dear readers is the message I will keep in my mind as I sit painfully through some lectures in the HS auditorium tomorrow morning and then later as I limp back in to my own building and prepare my room for the "big show" on Wednesday.
That saying about, "Those who can, do and those who can't, teach." is a bunch of bologna. I can and I teach and I do all that in spite of the MS.
