Children...

Why did I choose this profession you may ask? Well be prepared for the answer...
Everyday , I walk into a classroom that i decorated with drawings of me holding a little child's hand and little notes that say...I love you teacher. I open my bag pack on my way home only to find a secret note stuck on a weed that says for you teacher...i walk into a classroom full of laughter and smiles and little hugs that choke the life out of me so full of love and care.

A touch on my face by two little fingers followed my a sparlking smile of a little child...A little girl clutching tightly to my two fingers making me feel brave that she choose me as her refuge from the big ugly clown which by the way i'm also scared of...a little boy who will not let anyone but hs mum and teacher hug him...

A fiesty little child who hugs his teacher every5 minutes...two little leeches clutching you every 5 minutes from every and i mean every angle there is possible and even when you try to wriggle free you can't escape...

That phone call when you're sick in bed wth all your children pleading you to get well cuz they miss you and lastly...

The many ' I Love You's ' received in a day...my gosh...I love my JOB!!!
Teacher Carissa