There are days when I seriously question my sanity. I chose to be a teacher?!? What was I thinking? Then, there are moments like today when a student runs up to you at brunch and hands you a card that says "ples tac the card. You are the Best thecher in the worold. Your stodend" There was also a piece of paper inside with a drawing of the girl- above it it said "mrs. Maraez". On the girls shirt it says, "Blank's (she wrote her name) firend."
They may drive me crazy but they definitely know how to make me cry. It's those moments that I live for- the one's that let me know I am making a difference. They may not know how to spell, or what a cell is but they know that I believe in them.
