Every day, I hear her wake up early to go to work.
I see her walk in at four o'clock and drop her books on the floor.
I sit at dinner as she complains about her students
I watch her late at night scrambling to get her planning done.
From the moment she started teaching, a spark lit in me.
I'm not sure what I'll teach, but want to inspire students the way she does.
I want to wake with the birds in the dark morning and make the drive to school.
I want to stagger inside after a long day at work and drop my stuff on the cabinet by the door.
I want talk between mouthfuls at dinner about my students.
I want to stay up while every one else is fast asleep and finish planning I didn't have time for during the day.
I want to be able to say I am teacher just like my mom was.
lol this is so dramatic.
My mom does work very hard, and she does do all of these, but i make it sound so much more dramatic.