You know you’re a teacher when you pull the car over on the drive home from work to “scavenge” some fallen pine branches on the side of the road for the science lesson you are teaching later that week. Those forgotten branches will be useful.
You know you’re a teacher when you spend the afternoon collecting rocks and breaking twigs into pieces and assembling small piles of nature-y goods as classroom materials. When the next door neighbor walks out of her house next door, you smile and return back to your diligent work of twig-breaking. Who knows what she thinks you are doing.
You know you’re a teacher when a simple science lesson turns into much more planning and work than you ever anticipated. You spend another hour assembling boxes of your scavenged materials and burying small foil-wrapped beans and pennies.
You know you’re a teacher when, after all of this work of lesson planning and stick-gathering and nature-box assembling, you are smiling because it is ridiculous and not ridiculous at the same time, and you think, is this really my job?