I taught for three and a quarter seconds in my life, because I had an accident on the way called Nine clothes.
But despite everything, I will always be a teacher at heart. I love young people, teenagers. They are funny, vibrant, alive. They live their emotions without a filter. They can be sweet, kind, amazing, brilliant, and at the same time be stupid, rude, and disturbing. And that's what makes them such wonderful people to be around every day.
The teaching profession has allowed me (for too short a time) to see young adults grow up. The human contact with teenagers is really not obvious every day, but if you knew what they have to offer!
That's why teachers get up every morning, go to their almost-not-material-supplied-white-walls-you-know-what classrooms and come alive to create a stimulating world for your children.
It's - REALLY - not the salary, the conditions and the school environment of outdated, smelly, poorly maintained schools that motivates a teacher to do his job every morning.
It's more the idea of planting seeds in the kids' heads and then one day, without them knowing why, they find their passion, their VOCATION, a meaning to what they live and what surrounds them.
A teacher educates, teaches, jokes, cheers up, cries, laughs, is fun, is demanding. And they do it for all children, without judgement.
I would like to thank my most important teachers (whom I had the chance to see again in my teaching career to thank them in person) Éric Brousseau, Alain Lepage.
Take a moment this week to thank your kids' teachers, your former teachers, because they deserve a damn good slap on the back.
Happy Teachers' Week!