I was standing there,bored, playing with my cell phone, at the DMV in Los Angeles. I was preparing to wait for at least an hour, since I neglected to make an appointment. I felt someone staring at me. I looked up and met the eyes of a young man. “Did you work for Los Angeles Unified School District?”, he asked. I nodded, “Yes”. It turned out that I was his 5th grade teacher.
I had only stayed for half of that school year, yet this man remembered me?! He told me that I was his favorite teacher in all of his years of school. Amazing. As an educator, one never knows the lives that they affect. Everyday, you just do your best to impart a bit of knowledge. Most of the times, the children teach me more than I could ever teach them. It’s an exchange, a give and a take. Each class affects you differently. Nonetheless, day after day, year after year, you teach and serve the children.
I am honored to be a part of such a noble profession. I’m grateful to be able to have those exchanges of knowledge with the children. Hopefully, we’ll all be better because of our interactions. My wait at the DMV, suddenly felt timeless. All I could do when the young man left my side, was smile. It’s a wonderful life.