Chalk Talk — Time for thanks

It’s about this time of year that the lessons I worked on over the summer have been taught and my energy reserves are running low.

The days are long at work, but short and dark at home. My motivation and patience are lacking. It is times like these that I like to pause and think about the reasons why I became a teacher and the things about my job I’m most thankful for.

I must start by thanking all the teachers who came before me. I have yet to meet an adult who doesn’t have one inspiring teacher story. We all remember that one teacher who helped us, motivated us and perhaps saved us. This teacher is always remembered by name, and the story that follows always reminds the listener of his or her own teacher.

My teacher is Ms. Bartlett, who taught high school science. Even though I arrived tardy most days, she didn’t say anything. She seemed to ignore the annoying habits of teens. Instead, she pushed me to think about science as big questions. Her class focused on finding the answers to these questions. I loved how she treated us like real scientists. I think of her often and try to emulate her style, especially on days when the reserve is low. It is stories like these that drive me to be someone’s story someday.

I’m thankful that my job is never dull and never the same. Yes, this can be part of the low energy, but it also pushes me to be the best. My room is not full of students; it’s full of individuals. These individuals are unique — unique in their interests, backgrounds and abilities. I have to find a way to make sure they not only learn, but really understand what’s being taught. I have to know that they can use the knowledge I place before them. This responsibility can be overwhelming, but I know it’s not impossible. I’m thankful for a job that expects me to be on my toes, constantly adapting.

My next bit of gratitude is for something that can drive me crazy. I absolutely love hearing “Ms. Bishop …”

I love that kids ask, challenge and come to me to help them figure out their world. I love that I have the opportunity to be an adult in their life, one who can positively influence them. I grew up wanting to be a teacher, and I worked really hard to make that dream come true. When I hear a student say my name, I’m reminded of life’s possibilities. I want to make sure I show students all the possibilities that exist.

Lastly, I am most thankful for those moments in class when I hear, “Oh, is class over already?” When I hear this, I know I’m doing it. I’m in the zone and kids are engaged and learning. I love that they don’t want me to stop reading or they feel disappointment our time together has ended. These are the moments I work for. I spend hours at home planning just so I can hear these words. They are the “thank yous” teachers rarely hear. I can’t get enough of these moments.

My job is challenging and it takes a lot of energy. The number of kids, their needs and meeting state standards can equal a very hectic day. But I can’t imagine doing anything else. I hope on the days when I’ve repeated directions five times and still have kids asking where to put their paper, I can pause and remember what makes my job so great. Thank you.

Brandy J. Bishop teaches seventh grade at Houston Middle School.