For all you non-teacher folks out there, I know it’s difficult to imagine a day when a teacher doesn’t feel like a superhero. I mean, we change lives. We mold young minds into the best and brightest of society. We are pretty boss, to use the technical term.
But, believe it or not, we actually feel pretty normal from day-to-day. We generally feel like there’s nothing special about us; that we’re one of you, if you will. True or not, this is just how we feel.
However, there are days every now and again when we just feel freaking awesome. Like nothing can touch us. Like we’re a superhero sent to Earth (or bitten by some pest or radically submerged in something or other of a nuclear nature) with the sole purpose of being the most badass teacher to ever step foot in a classroom. Now, don’t get me wrong here. It’s not always that we’re being especially awesome in our teaching that day. Sometimes, a simple act that turn on our teacher superpower mode, and make us feel like we’ve just received 10 Starbucks gift cards.
For me, that simple act occurred a few days ago. It was normal day. The kind of day that movies start off like before the action ramps up. I was teaching about rocks (one of my fave units, don’t laugh) and my students were doing a lab in which they identify rocks by analyzing their properties. Now, you should know a bit about my fourth period before we move on with this tale. My fourth period is…well…it’s interesting. They are the kind of class that at any given moment nobody is actually talking, but the room is entirely too noisy. Like, they are so incredibly annoying that their bodies just emit noise. It’s a really crazy phenomenon. Maybe I’ll study it sometime. Anyway, back to the story.
Like I said, it was just a normal day, looking at rocks. The usual. Suddenly, one of my lovely fourth period noise emitters decided that he wanted the day to be a little less normal. He took a rock (schist, I think, which is funny because it was an awfully schist-y thing to do), wound up, and threw it across the room. I think he was probably just throwing it to someone, because he’s really not a monster. I was in the middle of the room, not far from the path of the flying rock. Without thinking, without even truly knowing what was happening, I reached out with inhuman speed and snatched the rock from midair. I just grabbed it like it was nothing. It was incredible. Truly a sight to see.
In this moment, I felt invincible. I knew that my reaction would set the tone for the remainder of the day. Nay! The remainder of the year! So, in true badass superhero fashion, I acted like nothing out of the ordinary had happened. I nonchalantly sat the rock back down on the student’s table, and continued teaching. I didn’t even skip a beat.
My students didn’t quite know what to think.
Needless to say, I’m a god to them now. At the end of class, one girl said to me, “I knew you were my favorite teacher, but now you’re my favorite person!” It was a pretty good feeling.
Even though teachers are superheroes every day, it’s rare that they actually feel like it. I know every teacher out there has had at least one moment where they felt this way.
What was your moment?