I love my job because I love the people. I love the kids. I love the parents. I love the teachers. I love the custodians. School is the best place to be. Well, for a workplace it’s one of the best, anyway. One reason is hope. When surrounded by youngin’s every day, hope is usually easy to find. They want stuff. All kinds of stuff. They see stuff. They expect a good life. And that makes me know that life is good.
Oh, it can get crazy and feel hard and I cry sometimes. But that’s life. I feel my emotions now. I don’t hide them nearly as much as in the past. And it balances to more good than bad. More great than rotten. More hope and joy than despair. I love it.