My Sincerest Apologies to my Former Teachers

I used to hate the notion of having homework to do.
Now I hate the notion of coming up with homework for them to do.
I used to wonder what we would do during class today...
Now I panic while I wonder how I'm going to fill the 90 minute class today.
I used to love going to the dances and go crazy with my friends.
And now I have to chaperone them and drag my husband along instead.
I used to gripe about how some of my teachers obviously didn't care.
Now I consider it a miracle that I remembered to put on underwear.
I used to wonder why some teachers would always forget my name
And now I completely understand. Alexis, Lex, and Alexa are all blonde and act the same.
I used to love the teachers that you knew loved what they taught
And now I get to emulate them in 4 subjects that I myself love a lot.
I understand now why sometimes my teachers and professors got mad.
And I understand now why my students' successes make me so glad.
I used to daydream during class, just wishing for school to end so I could be a Broadway Star,
Now I literally have to perform all day, to keep them from sleeping or gazing afar...
I'm just as stressed, and just as blessed as I was back then
The only difference is now I'm behind the desk and I wield the correcting pen.
I used to pray for good grades, and now I pray they get good grades too.
To all my favorite teachers and professors from my past, I hope I'm half as good as you.

This is a silly not so good poem that perfectly describes how I feel.

I love my job. They say the first three weeks of teachers are the hardest. Well...I didn't cry and I'm taking that as a sure sign that this is what I'm meant to do. And I love my classroom. That's all for now!