A is for Apple

I am just about to finish my 4th year as a licensed teacher.  I taught one year, full-time, before that.  I cannot believe I have stuck it out this long.  At our school, each year at the last faculty meeting, Mr. Ward (our principal) hands out a few red apples.  They are polished stone and are quite nice.  Last year, I commented to my dear friend and mentor, Heather, that I thought I was about ready for an apple.  Then I took on cheerleading.  I have a challenging student population.  I took on an extra class this year:  In addition to English III and English IV, I taught Fashion Design 2, 3, & 4.  I had cheer.  I do the barbecue each year.  I don't ever expect or even desire the Teacher of the Year status.  I don't even need to be a finalist for that.  I just wanted an apple.  I got an apple!!

Working for public schools, we don't get any bonuses.  There are very few pats on the backs.  Mostly, teachers are made out to be idiots by the media.  It was a good feeling that my principal thought I had done a good job this year and had gone above and beyond my regular duties.  It made me feel pretty good.  I just had to share that.