Let Me Be Your Cheerleader





Jony Ariadi

Teaching is hard. Really, really hard. So if you're feeling tired and sweaty (what a week!) and a little bit down, let me be your cheerleader.

When I cleared the paper jam in the printer, I saw that lesson plan you  clearly agonized over . I overheard that encouraging comment you made to the kid who needed that little bit of extra nurturing. I read your tweets about the hands-on lesson you executed like a boss.

And I hear you sigh when you think no one's listening. Sometimes I see your shoulders sag with the weight of all the papers you're carrying. I can almost hear you think aloud, "I wonder if the job I'm doing is good enough."

It is. Believe me, it is.

But if you're feeling like you need a little cheering up, let me be your cheerleader. When you're feeling a little battered and bruised from the awesome responsibility of shaping the minds and souls of young people, sit down in my corner of the ring. Let me be your cut person.

Lean on me. I have strong shoulders. And I have ideas. Lots and lots of ideas. And resources. And a pretty good amount of experience. Maybe I can help you.

Let me be your cheerleader. I'm already you're biggest fan.


Comments

  1. AnonymousSeptember 29, 2017 at 6:59 PM

    Thanks for all you do to bolster and support us.

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