They day you are running late and need to make copies, the copiers will be jammed — all of them.
When you are halfway through a long teaching unit, you will get three new students.
Your administrator walks into your classroom during the last hour of the day, on a Friday, after a pep rally, when you are sick.
The parents you really want to talk to do not show up to parent-teacher night.
The one kid who always pushes your buttons is never absent.
Students enjoy the lesson plans you think up in your car on the drive to school more than the ones you spent hours writing.
You spill coffee on your shirt the day you wear that cute new outfit you have been saving up for.
The school WiFi will go out the day you plan for that awesome technological lesson plan.
You have permanent bruises on your legs that are exactly student desk height.
When you are sick, you suck it up and go in anyway because it’s easier to go in and feel like you might die than to put lesson plans together for a sub.
They day you give a big test, there will be a fire alarm.
Parents blame you when a student is failing your class, even though the student has refused to do any work in your class.
You write the due date for a big assignment on the board, on the assignment sheet, and you mention it every day in class. Students continually ask you the due date.
You go two weeks without a meeting, and suddenly you have three, all on the same day. At the same time.
The one time you go out with your friends to have drinks, you run into all of your students.
You finally get a chance to have a sit-down lunch, and administration decides it the right moment to hold a fire drill.
On the morning after you stay up late to perfect your lesson plans, you will realize that you are out of coffee.
After years of perfecting your curriculum and honing your lessons, the standards change.
When you are trying desperately to quiet your class, one student will make a joke so good you have to fight not to laugh along with the kids.
You spend hours researching and writing a presentation, and then that one kid asks you a question you don’t know the answer to.
It’s finally the weekend, and you cannot sleep past 5:30 a.m.
It’s Friday night, and your family thinks you suck for wanting to go right to bed.
That one kid that really pushes your buttons will give you the best, most thoughtful thank you note at the end of the year.
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