Don't get me wrong. I like getting paid to teach. Now if someone offered to cover the mortgage ...
On the last day of school, I walked this group of students out to the buses for the last time. I gave each of them a hug and my words of advice/ mini-motivational speech. The teachers stood and waved goodbye as the buses pulled off. Michael, one of my students, opened his window, and screamed, "Bye Mrs. M!" I laughed because Michael was never that boisterous.
As I returned, teary-eyed, to my classroom, the writing on the board caught my eye. "See you later! You are the best teacher ever!" Man, oh, man they can get you,can't they? I didn't erase it. Even when I rolled the last box out of my room, (I have to change classrooms), I refused to erase it.

Why do I love teaching? What's my reward? (And you better not even think it's high test scores!)
I love it because when I see a message on the board, a thank you in a letter, or a former student's email, I know that somehow I made a difference. Who can ask for a better reward than that?
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