The Best Medicine

After a long and hard week of being sick, I dreaded waking up on Thursday morning to get ready to go into the schools. I asked myself if it would really hurt to miss one day. I could always make this day up right? After dragging my aching body out of the bed and taking medicine through the immense pain caused by my throat when swallowing, I managed to get dressed and to get to my car. I made it to school on time and walked into the classroom. Through the chaos of the children preparing for the day and the teacher doing the same, I was able to sneak in a few comments about my current state of health. The teacher did not do what I was hoping for which would have been a, "I'm sorry you don't feel well. Why don't you go home for the rest of the day." Instead I received a, "You'd better get used to it." followed by a "Yes you can get your coffee." I was slightly upset but knew that I needed to get to work in order to make the day go by a little smoother. Once the children returned to the classroom, I began to feel something weird. The children in the classroom were laughing and enjoying life. I immediately forgot about how bad I was feeling and realized that I was there for them. They needed to be taught and it was my job (along with the MT) to do so. That's what we are there for. We may not get paid the most money, or have fancy titles, but our jobs are some of the most important jobs in the world. Knowing this I was instantly cured. I guess it's true what they say....laughter really is the best medicine.