February 17, 2016. The day that my appreciation for teachers increased exponentially. On that day, I, along with Rachel Kaufman, the Editor-In-Chief of the Echo Literary Magazine, visited every literature class in the entire school, attempting to promote joining either Oracle or Echo for the next school year.
At the beginning of the day, I figured it would be super easy. Rachel and I would spend five minutes in each class, walk to the next one quickly, and then do it over again. Wash, rinse, repeat.
By the end of the day, my feet were swollen and tired, my mood dampened, and my attitude poor. I had attended 55 different periods, saying the same things 55 times to over X number of students. “Oracle is a lot of fun,” I told the students. “It is pretty relaxing, and if you are interested in writing, journalism, or just knowing the ins and outs of the school, Oracle is a place to be,” I would make slight alterations each time, but inevitably I got so bored. No matter what I said, I saw glazed over eyes, bored students hunched over on their phones, and a general lack of interest. It was hard. My usual strong voice had withered away like a sad flower by the end of the day. My endurance disappeared.
When the day wrapped up, I felt plain exhausted. I realized that teachers experience what I did every day of the year. On average, they teach six classes a day, and usually the same courses. They must hold down the fort, lesson plan for full periods, speak to their classes, and manage up to 35 students six times a day. Students are disruptive, and it can be hard to manage from cell phone usage to chatter amongst friends. I gained new respect for them through my experiences on that fateful day.
At the end of the day, I was so tired. I only wonder how teachers across America feel every day. Probably not too great.