Wednesday, March 2, 2011

Sometimes...

I get home from work and I'm dead tired. It's been a long day, a long week, and all I want to do is curl up under a blanket until morning.

On these days I ponder why I work with kids. I wonder why I choose to go in to work every day, why I choose to pull my hair out and go crazy. Why do I do it?

Then I open my backpack and find this....


I know that's a horrible picture, but basically it's a note from one of my first graders that is written in adorable little kid handwriting, thanking me for being her awesome teacher.

And then I remember...

that's why I do it all.


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