My later mother told me there'd be days
like this. She taught high school and was accosted, in a good way, by
former students until her dying day. In any case, I just received an
email that went something like this:
"Dear Paul - You were an inspiring teacher for my son, at a time when he wasn't paying too much attention to school. He is now 22, a very thoughtful adult, and studying at Cal State. So first of all - Thank you! You showed him the world outside Moraga - which intriqued, comforted, and inspired him. You were a BIG part of why he made it through those tough years. Thanks for ALL you do!"
This must be why I'm in it; it certainly isn't for the money; I took a 75% pay cut when I left journalism for teaching. And I've never (well, hardly ever) regretted it. For more than a minute or two
"Dear Paul - You were an inspiring teacher for my son, at a time when he wasn't paying too much attention to school. He is now 22, a very thoughtful adult, and studying at Cal State. So first of all - Thank you! You showed him the world outside Moraga - which intriqued, comforted, and inspired him. You were a BIG part of why he made it through those tough years. Thanks for ALL you do!"
This must be why I'm in it; it certainly isn't for the money; I took a 75% pay cut when I left journalism for teaching. And I've never (well, hardly ever) regretted it. For more than a minute or two
