I Remember Now

I'm up late, but it's all good. Once a month we have deadline nights for newspaper, where we work from after school to around 10 PM. It's alternatively a blast and a nightmare. Sometimes teenage hormones over ride the ability to concentrate on journalism. Sometimes we turn the music up loud and dance. Sometimes we cry together over censorship and boyfriends.

Tonight was, as a friend of ours says, a "smooth shift." I took several breaks throughout the night because things were going so swell. Nobody was AWOL, nobody had drama, and nobody really needed me. Since we're now living a few blocks from the school in our rental property, this was no big deal. It's one thing that I actually like about living in the big city, as opposed to our little berg 20 minutes up the road.

So, when things go well, I remember why I chose education. I remember why I decided to take a pay cut to hang out with pubescent teens all day. I know the feeling of a well-oiled classroom machine -- one where students are trained well and socialize well and learn whilst having fun.

Ah, yes, I remember now.