Teaching is a hard job. You work and work at it, with the understanding that it'll take you about 10 years before you're really good at it. You are under-appreciated and overworked. There are those satisfying moments, but they are oftentimes out-numbered by bad times.
I've bemoaned this before, but I find myself again thinking of other job options. yeah, my friends say I'm a good teacher, but I don't enjoy working this hard for so little return. My sister, Dre, left teaching to pursue her dream- middle eastern dance. My passion is knitting. Could I make a living knitting? I like painting, too. Could I do that instead of teach? Who'd pay me to knit or paint them stuff?
Dre loves her life and it shows. She works very, very hard but feels like it's worth it. I think that's the difference. I work just as hard, but don't feel the worth.
