All of us who have taught junior high for any length of time realize that one must have, in almost equal measure, the opposing qualities of the patience of Job (alert: Biblical reference) and the short, random fuse of of a steroided up cage fighter. Of course I exaggerate. Wink wink, nudge nudge. But you all know what I mean. You have to be able to say the same thing 20 or 30 time or more per day, and not act like it (too much). You have to be able to not go all Sr. Enda on them, and as a retired colleague of mine used to sweetly and unironically say, reteach the behavior. Again. Without screaming. You have to be able to answer the same question three times within five minutes…at least five times a day. Your tolerance for external stimuli and extraneous noise has to be exceptionally high. You have to actually like them…or at least find them entertaining. The kids, that is. Not to mention the job itself. And yet… You must also call them on everything from gum chewing to dress code to poking the person closest just because (s)he’s the person closest. And not just


