School has already started in some districts. In others, it begins the day after Labor Day. Most people, long after they have finished school, get that “back to school” feeling about now. good feelings. Worried feelings. Anxiety. Who will be my teachers? Will I have friends? Am I ready?

Steven Singer teaches in Pennsylvania. At first, he had an inadequacy dream. Will I fail? Am I a good teacher? Why do I teach?

But school started, and his bad dream turned into a beautiful reality: I love to teach!

He writes:

“Before they come in, I’m full of doubt: Can I still do this for another year? Will I be able to keep up with the work load? Will I be able to accommodate all the extra services for every special education student in my mainstreamed classroom? Do I have enough desks, pencils, paper? Have I planned enough for the first week? Will I be able to keep students interested, entertained, disciplined, engaged, working, inspired?

“But the second the kids enter the classroom – literally the exact second – all my doubts disappear.

“There’s no time.

“I have more than two dozen children to see to at any given moment – and their needs outweigh any of mine.

“It wasn’t until about halfway through the day that I even had an instant to myself to stop, breathe and reflect.

“After my first bathroom break in more than 3 hours, then grabbing my lunch and collapsing into a seat- the first time I’m off my feet with no anxious little faces looking up to me – I think back on my day and realize – I absolutely love this!

“No, really.

“My feet hurt, my temples throb from making a hundred tiny decisions every 40 minutes, my body feels like it’s already been through a war… But there is no place in the world I would rather be.”

Many people make more money. Many people hate their work. Steven looks at those eager faces, and he thinks he’s got the best job in the world.

“How can I not come to school every day and give my very best?

“A public school is more than a building to me. It’s a temple to humanity. It’s where we go to offer ourselves to other people.

“Every action, every thought spent on these children is holy. The tiniest gesture is magnified through infinite time and space. When I help a child gain confidence in her reading, I help not just her. I help everyone she will ever come into contact with –her co-workers, her friends, family, even her own children if she someday has some.

“It’s humbling. Amazing. Staggering.

“Where else can you see the accumulated hurt of the world and actually make a dent in it? Where else can you reach out not just to a cause or an idea but to a living person?

“I’m lucky. I am so lucky. My circumstances allowed me to do whatever I wanted with my life.

“I could have become a doctor or a lawyer. I could have gone into business and made a whole mess of money. But I never wanted any of that. I wanted to make a difference. I wanted to help people.

“I remember the pitying looks peers would give me in my 20s. What a waste, they seemed to say. But I’ve never regretted it.

“This is what I was meant to do. It’s the only thing I ever could and still respect myself.”