Since everyone else gave you real answers, I thought I’d just give you some examples of why I love teaching (so far, at least). I took over a high school debate team last year as the head coach and this year teach one class on top of my coaching. Sure, I am only a part time teacher, but it’s fun none the less! Now, I acknowledge that I’m around the debate kids, who do tend to be the “better” kids in the school, but the students really are the best part of the job. Anyway, here my my rambling stories that show why I love teaching.
Even though I’m a high school teacher, our school does summer school for as far down as 4th or 5th graders. In my summer school debate class, I had 5th-11th graders, so I just sort of talked about philosophy and hoped the little ones would jump on (which, shockingly, they did. By the end of the class, they got it. If that wasn’t an amazing moment, I don’t know what is). Anyway, I had this exchange with a kid:
5th Grader: “Miss Bellissima!! MISS BELLISSSSSSSSIMA!!! Do ghosts have social contract?!”
Me: “Uh. . . Um. . . No?”
In my freshman rhetoric class for a debate with the topic “Ice is better than water”:
Student: “I present the following definitions for the purpose of clarity within this round. Ice is the Devil. That’s why it’s bad.”
Me: “Wow. What a compelling argument, Tommy. Thank you for your contribution.”
Same class, different kid:
Student: “The homo status of the polar bear is severely endangered.”
Me: “Well, polar bears are kind of gay, but I think you mean ‘homeostasis’, sweetie.”
Same class, yet a different kid (I SWEAR they are smart!):;
13 year old: Miss Bellissima! Who was that man they kept showing on TV who looks like a snail?
Me: Uh. . . what?
13 year old: Yeah! He looks like a snail and they kept showing him during Obama’s speech, he was crying a lot!
Me: Um, that’d be Jesse Jackson, sweetheart.
So, before the last debate tournament, this one kid was just terrified- he’s in my class and I was more or less forcing him to compete for a grade. He sent me this email about how scared he was, even if he is a total joker in class (which, he is). I told him to tough it out and reassured him that he was vastly more prepared than he thought. The next day, he went undefeated at the tournament and got first place! Yay, right? Well, Monday in class:
Me: Ok, so you were kind of scared about competing, right? But you ended up doing really well- first place! So, why don’t you tell the class about that.
Kid: Yeah, I’ll be honest: I was scared shitless.
Me: ((students name))!!! LANGUAGE!!!
Kid: Sorry, Miss Bellissima. I was scared. . . crapless? 
:smack:
I love them. It’s the most fun I’ve had doing anything in a very long time.