Do you remember that song “Love is a Battlefield”? Let me tell you that love is, but so is teaching. You are the King or Queen fighting to keep the revolt down. Keep the crazies from taking over at all cost. Wear the armor of God, the crown of wisdom, the sword of knowledge. Arm yourself with weapons of books, writing utensils, paper. Create the best strategic war plan ever. Make sure to pack your cardigan.
Can you tell I teach Social Studies?
Teaching is complicated. My students ask me all the time, “Why do you make us take so many notes? Why do you make us take this test?”
The answer is not simple and it is simple. It’s because this is what I do.
I did not choose teaching as much as God chose me to teach. He created in me a heart that loved Him and loved his children. So I stand in front of a classroom fighting for control of the room and fighting for their minds and future.
I love what I do. I love seeing the lightbulb go off when they make the connection from history to present day. I love that. If I could bottle it up and sell it, I’d be a millionaire because there is nothing like that look and feeling in a student.
My job is hard. There are days I question why I do this. Why would anyone in their right mind stand there and watch as students disrespect, use hurtful language to you and others, and throw away their potential? There are days where I take a step out of the classroom because I need to breathe and calm down.
But then there are the days where they turn in their work and their attitudes make you so proud and feel so blessed that they are in your life. As they tell you their pasts and their hurts, your heart breaks. They tell you their deepest dreams and goals, and all you want to do is just hug them for overcoming all obstacles.
If I didn’t teach, I would be lost. If God had given me a heart for anything else, I doubt I would be the person I am today. I am so beyond blessed even though I go home utterly exhausted. I am proud to be a teacher, even though every day is a battlefield.