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Jan. 29th, 2013 05:03 pmAfter you take the taxes out of my salary, the money I am living off of is a little less than minimum wage. Seriously. Fifty dollars for a seven hour day is 7.14, a whopping dollar and eleven cents less than I made making coffee at Dunkers.
But you know what happened today? I was outside, walking away from the building, and I ran into the mother of one of my recent month-long-third-graders. And she was effusive and bubbly and told me how much her child had enjoyed my presence, and how impressed she was by the things she'd seen (like me giving flashcards to the students at the end of the day, to practice their multiplication and division). We talked for about half an hour, I (to her delight) invited myself to join her in putting together a little math activity fair for the third and fourth graders, she was pleased to hear of my recent job prospects. She thanked me, profusely, for what I had done.
And damn if that didn't feel good. The student was one of my quieter ones, always good at putting in effort and getting things done. I was thrilled to hear that they had enjoyed my presence, thrilled to hear from a parent that I had caused a positive thing to happen in her child's life.
Because that's what I'm here for.
A thousand dollars a month makes it hard to meet rent, but I am changing people's lives for the better and you cannot put a price on that. And you cannot wipe this smile off my face, because damn, it feels good to be this awesome.
~Sor
MOOP!
But you know what happened today? I was outside, walking away from the building, and I ran into the mother of one of my recent month-long-third-graders. And she was effusive and bubbly and told me how much her child had enjoyed my presence, and how impressed she was by the things she'd seen (like me giving flashcards to the students at the end of the day, to practice their multiplication and division). We talked for about half an hour, I (to her delight) invited myself to join her in putting together a little math activity fair for the third and fourth graders, she was pleased to hear of my recent job prospects. She thanked me, profusely, for what I had done.
And damn if that didn't feel good. The student was one of my quieter ones, always good at putting in effort and getting things done. I was thrilled to hear that they had enjoyed my presence, thrilled to hear from a parent that I had caused a positive thing to happen in her child's life.
Because that's what I'm here for.
A thousand dollars a month makes it hard to meet rent, but I am changing people's lives for the better and you cannot put a price on that. And you cannot wipe this smile off my face, because damn, it feels good to be this awesome.
~Sor
MOOP!