I went to my children’s school last night for orientation as the school year begins. I love their school – good teachers, good people, trying hard to make a difference in these kids lives. Most of us in this small town I call home grew up here, so naturally we all know each other.

I was a teacher once. I made it one year as a high school English teacher. It’s a hard business to be in, and not for the reasons most people think. If you like teaching, the kids are really the least of your worries. The hard part, for me anyway, was all the bureaucracy, the rules, the constraints on what you teach and how you teach it.

It’s hard work, and all the standard complaints hold – teachers don’t get paid what they’re worth, they’re under-appreciated, etc. I couldn’t do it, and I’m a pretty smart and resourceful guy. I’m glad there are others who have stuck it out. It really is a higher calling.

As the School Year Begins