|From unsplash, By Danka Peter|
I know I've only worked at a high school full time for five months, so I'm no authority on teens, but recently I've noticed something about high school students I don't like. It could be I'd forgotten this or was too young to recognize it before but teenagers are annoying. Ignorant machines made in a factory somewhere with the specific purpose of making noises, sounds, movements, and displaying behaviors that grate on my patience.
I guess this is God's way of preparing me for children or perhaps payback for putting my parents through this for most of a decade, teaching teens is one of the most fun but most irritating jobs I've ever had. If I had to pick any age children to work with, I wouldn't change my mind for the world. As cute as the elementary kids are, they are too little for me. It is those students who are on the verge of being adults, who are standing on the edge of possibility and shouting into its face to "Remember me!" These are the people who light up the most when you help clear the fog in their heads about which way to tackle the mountain before them.
They may get on my nerves, and I am sure I get on theirs, but I wouldn't trade those arrogant naive fearless children for anything. They remind me that this part of me is still alive and is worthy of my attention, even if only every other month.