I could not say it better myself.
I put down the papers I had been collecting and looked at him. I couldn’t find the words. It wasn’t that I couldn’t answer the question. It was that I couldn’t believe he had asked it. It was clear to me that he thought of me as a disappointment, as someone who had, somehow, fallen short.
It’s true: I never intended to be a high school teacher, perhaps because I saw how tirelessly my mother had worked. And, in certain social circles, when I’m asked what I do, I respond with, “I’m just a teacher.” Because somehow, in our great history, we decided that teaching is a profession that doesn’t warrant the same respect as other professions. I think the motto goes something like this: He who…
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