I bring my work home all the time. Sometimes I work until midnight making lesson plans for six different preps or writing IEPs or grading papers that I had no time to grade because I had a crisis during my one planning period. I handle the behaviors that teachers in regular classrooms deal with out of 5% of their students in 60% or more of mine at a much greater magnitude. Many of my students come to school without materials or without the skills to keep those materials with them long enough to get them to class. Yet, I stay in this field. Why do I work as a special education teacher?
Why do I do it?
Notes like this appear on my board all the time:
They love me. They wanted to do me a favor and write what I wanted the class to do on the board, and just left me a love note. They tell me they love me or that I’m the best teacher ever all the time. Maybe I don’t get validation from my peers, but my students validate me all the time, and it fills my cup back up, because I know who I’m trying to reach. Them.
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I hope that the people who work with my son fill just as validated by him and his loving nature as I feel every day that my students tell me how much they love and appreciate me. There’s nothing more special than working with kids who express this kind of devotion. Why not work as a special education teacher?