Teachers - students

Yesterday I was cycling back from work and was writing a blog about my job in my head.
I am a PE-teacher, and over the years I have heard the sentences "I don't know how you do it"and "I could never be a teacher with all those hormones flying around" many many times.
But to be honest I love my job, it is the little things that the students do that makes it all worth it. They make me feel like I am their parent ( that is prolly why they call me mom from time to time), their friend, the person they can trust with their secrets. Over the years I have heard many secrets, and I am honered that they trust me like that. I've had girls telling me they thought they might be pregnant, I've had guys come up to me upset telling me that they thought they might be gay, or kids who thought one of their parents was cheating on the other parent, divorces, abuse... things you don't like to talk about with anybody, but they told me.

Earlier this week I had one of the kids in my class tell me that he forgot his gymclothes again but to make it up he got me a little present. Luckily for him we were going to a kickboxing class outside the school, so I told him to borrow my bike cycle home and pick up his gymclothes, since he still had some time before the start of the class, and so he went. When he got back he told me again that he had gotten me something for initially forgetting his clothes, and came back with a box of Merci Chocolates.... now how cool is that...how can you ever be mad a kid who does that? I am so glad to have had him in my classroom for the last couple of years.
And when we started the kickboxing class and we were one person short and that one boy didn;t mind to do all the exercises with me. Who was actually excited to be training with me. We started out the guy who taught the class came up to the boy and told him he could use a little bit more force when throwing a punch, he told the guy "but I can't she is my teacher" and the guy saud so what and the boy said again "but she is so sweet, and nice".....now there is a compliment, dont; you think.

This May I will be saying goodbye to 3 classes I taught for the last three years, and the thought alone cracks my heart. They are a great bunch of well young adults, and I had the honor of seeing them grow up a little. I will shed a couple of tears when they leave, I will miss them but most of all I will be so proud of what they have achieved. And I know that I have done well.

I know you either have it in you to be a teacher or you don't, and if you don't you won't last long in education, but when you do....there is a lot of love that you are getting. I am a lucky woman.