I have been called Satan.
I have been called Hitler.
I have been referred to as a dictator.
I have been made fun of when making a mistake in class.
I have been laughed at for mispronouncing a word when reading aloud to the class.
I’ve been called a racist.
I’ve been accused of hating the minorities in my classroom.
I’ve been told to shut up.
I’ve been told to go to hell.
I’ve been told to f—k off.
I’ve been told to go f—k myself.
I’ve been told repeatedly that books are stupid, that learning is stupid, that reading is a waste of time.
I’ve been disrespected.
I’ve been hated.
None of this has seriously hurt me but today a student said something to me and I don’t even remember what it was, but it’s 10:33 in the evening and I can’t stop crying. Sure the good outweighs the bad, but seriously sometimes I have to ask myself what I was thinking when I chose this profession. God help me cause I need it.