Anyone who has been, or is, a teacher can tell you that the bond you develop with your coworkers is a very strong one. You may not like all of them. Heck, you may want to slap a few, but it's still a bond. Teaching takes a lot of work, a lot of patience, and a lot of love. And this makes us a special breed of people. When you spend the amount of time together that teachers do, you grow into a family. It's not like in the office, where you maybe talk to the closest cubicles to your own. We share students, lunches, concerns, frustrations, and more - often at evening or weekend events as well. And yet, while I know the intertwined nature of our relationships, I'm always pleasantly surprised at how a teaching community will pull together.
We are having a spaghetti dinner fundraiser to help with graduation and prom costs. I happen to be on the committee for these events. But, once planned, other teachers have come forward offering to help in any way they can. They are making the garlic bread at home and bringing it in, offering baked goods for desserts, offering to make extra spaghetti, etc. It really is a group effort - a family effort. We care about each other and we definitely care about our students. Now, tomorrow we may disagree and have it out, but doesn't that sound like family as well? I know that no matter where I go, as long as I am a teacher, I'll have a family of support. That's a good feeling.
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