Maybe I am too boring...

My life seems to a lot of people too boring.  I get up everyday and I go to work.  At that work I am faced with students who have no idea what it means to be a young adult, have to pick and choose my times to go to the restroom, I have to constantly study material, I have to fill out forms that I do not agree with, and deal with people that I have never met that do not like me because their 15 year old child does not like me.  My pay is ok, but I will never own a fancy sports car or have a bowling alley in my house.  We take a small vacation every year and every few years are able to go somewhere a little nicer.  I have a job that I must go home and look at lesson plans to make sure that I am ready for the next day.  It is not glamorous, I will never meet anyone famous at my job.  I will never be on TV being interviewed about something good that has happened.  If I dress nice, I burn up in my clothes and sometimes ruin them with a pen that I leave in the pocket.  No one ever says they want to be like me.  I never post pics from my job that people comment on or say how fun that looks.  I do not get talk to an adult until I get home, and sometimes she is so tired from the same thing, that talking is not fun.  With that being said, I would not want to change my career.  People have always told me that on our tombstone, the most important part is the hyphen or dash.  There are so many people in my life that I can not remember, but yet I remember everyone of my teachers.  I can not remember what I ate yesterday, but I remember leading prayer in my 5th grade class with Mrs. Nixon.  I do not know a single song of Justin Bieber by heart when I hear them on a daily basis, yet I can sing my Alma mater from high school without missing a word.  I have been at five different schools in my career but none are as important to me as my high school.  I will not make huge sale today, or write an important article.  I will not fire anyone or change my company's course.  I will not be invited to a function that everyone is envious of.  Yet today, I may make a memory.  Not for me, but for a 15 year old.  My day will end the same, but I might change the day of a student.  So for me, the dash on my tombstone will not be extravagant, but it will live on in the lives of a lot of students that have come in to my room.