Dear Teachers. I don’t know how you do it, but thanks. – Scary Mommy

You are smiling when I’m rushing to get them in the door on-time. You somehow handle 20 or 30 of them when some days I can barely keep two under control. You are the idol, the mentor and the rock star who makes them freak out when they spot you outside of school on a weekend. You fend off the stomach virus, head lice and somehow keep guinea pigs alive for years. You don’t earn enough money and you don’t get enough credit. So for what it’s worth – thank you for all you do.