Yesterday, I went up to Kathy's school to teach her 6th graders about the Roman Republic. They are about to begin reading Shakespeare's Julius Caesar, and my wife, being the wonderful teacher that she is, wanted to make sure her students knew a thing or two about history before diving into the "thees" and "thous" of the Bard.
While teaching, I realized two things. First, I am mean. I put on my sarcastic hat when standing before a group of adolescents, so all my words are coated in scorn in the classroom. This usually flies well when I've built a rapport with a group of students who know that I love them, even though I am sure to point out how much they suck (within reason, of course).
The second thing that I realized yesterday is that I actually enjoy teaching. I thought I was done after 3 years in Brooklyn, but, surprisingly enough, I walked away hoping to find myself in a classroom once again in the not-too-distant future.
And, if I do get to teach again, it will have the added bonus of getting to make my students cry. Kathy and I both agree that that is an important part of education.