Though I am not making what many teachers in my field are making (NC is very far behind on the pay scale for teachers), I have a job.
Even when I come to school and find someone has stabbed tiny holes in my brand new timpani heads, I have to remember, I have a job (I was out Friday, that seems to be a mistake).
Even when the kids get so bad with their negativity, and rude remarks and make me wish I was anywhere else…
I have a job. I can pay my bills. I can eat. My son is cared for all because I have a job.
I am blessed to be working, learning and growing. I am blessed.