image from Providence Public Library
As a teacher, the job doesn't end when contract time is up at the end of the day. I don't mean the paperwork or the planning, I mean the title.
Today started out like a normal Saturday. We headed off to the local fireman's pancake breakfast.
"Hey, Mrs. Goerend! Is that your baby?" - Student.
"Yep, this is Wesley. He's sleeping." - me in my non-showered, pony-tailed, baby wearing appearance.
Which proceeded into an introduction to the student's mom. (I teach 300+ kids over two days, so, no, I haven't met every parent yet.)
- 30 minutes later. Still at the pancake breakfast -
"Hi, Mrs. Goerend! Is that your baby? Where's Mr. Goerend?" - Student.
(proceed to have a conversation...then one with the student's mom about my class)
- Three hours later at the grocery store -
Wave and say, "Hi" to a former student selling Boy Scout popcorn as I lug the baby in his carseat into the store.
- 10 minutes later -
Wave to two students as I drive home.
- Three hours later -
Woman shows up to buy something from the local swap page.
"Oh, I was looking up your address and my daughter said, 'oh, that's my Leadership teacher!'"
And that was all by 2pm.
Do I teach in a small town? No. Fastest growing district in Iowa.
Today was a reminder to me that I'm always on the clock. I'm always Mrs. Goerend.
Do you choose to live in the community in which you teach? If so, why? If not, why not?