Being a teacher has hard days.
Today being a teacher meant
watching grade 12 boys
(as goofy as they come)
write caring, funny, meaningful messages
to our departing librarian.
enjoying a student
(from last semester no less)
randomly pop by to excitedly discuss
a book that deeply moved her.
listening to a student
(with warm tenderness)
share a plan for an essay about
her grandparents facing illness
and falling in love all over again.
seeing the pride and determination
(though sore and exhausted)
of my Block 5 ‘rugby girls’ who
collectively embody Shakespeare’s Hermia
“Though she be but little, she is fierce.”
observing a group conversation
(intelligent, insightful, respectful)
about the nuances of character and class
and setting and symbols
in a classic literary novel.
Today being a teacher meant being
on the front lines of viewing youth who are
And simply amazing.