The scene is familiar. Blaring brass instruments. Screaming fans. The scent of “world famous” chicken tenders permeating the air. I know what to expect, but I still get goosebumps.
Last Friday night I stood on the side line of the first home football game with two yearbook staff members, showing them when and where to photograph the game.
This is always my favorite day. So much school spirit, so much energy, so much fun.
As we passed the time chatting about school and life, I casually said, “this is my favorite part of my job.” They looked stunned.
“Really? Not when you’re teaching English?”
Don’t get me wrong, helping students become better readers, writers, and thinkers is pretty awesome. But let’s be honest--not everyone loves English. I’m a teacher because I love seeing students in their element. When they get nerdy about a project they’re working on, when they’re thinking of how they can score the next goal, or when they start a new club, that’s what I love. I love going to games, matches, and performances, because the students are so proud of themselves. In that moment, they realize that the hours of dedication and practice have paid off. They’ve worked hard and it was worth it. They are in their element.
Just as the whistle blew, the chant began: “I believe.” I turned and watched the student section, full of pride and hope.
Last Friday night I stood on the side line of the first home football game with two yearbook staff members, showing them when and where to photograph the game.
This is always my favorite day. So much school spirit, so much energy, so much fun.
As we passed the time chatting about school and life, I casually said, “this is my favorite part of my job.” They looked stunned.
“Really? Not when you’re teaching English?”
Don’t get me wrong, helping students become better readers, writers, and thinkers is pretty awesome. But let’s be honest--not everyone loves English. I’m a teacher because I love seeing students in their element. When they get nerdy about a project they’re working on, when they’re thinking of how they can score the next goal, or when they start a new club, that’s what I love. I love going to games, matches, and performances, because the students are so proud of themselves. In that moment, they realize that the hours of dedication and practice have paid off. They’ve worked hard and it was worth it. They are in their element.
Just as the whistle blew, the chant began: “I believe.” I turned and watched the student section, full of pride and hope.