Sometimes This is What Loving What You Do Looks Like.
It’s Wednesday morning. I wake up, make my coffee, and attend class. I listen to professors as they do their best to teach me to be the best teacher I can be. In the afternoon, I’ll make another cup of coffee and head to a local middle school, where I’ll tutor 6th grade students in English and Social Studies, guided by two incredible mentor teachers who are as invested in my teacher training as they are in their students’ learning.
Every day, I learn and I teach. Every day I take for granted that myself and those who teach me are paid a fair wage to do so.
As a pre-service educator, I spend all day almost every day with teachers. The teachers at Global Leaders Primary School are some of the kindest, hardest-working, and most compassionate I’ve ever met. They spend their entire day off at literacy trainings. They stay hours after school to play games with their students. They work with limited resources and materials and travel miles and work unbelievably hard because they believe, like we do, that the kids they teach are the future leaders of Uganda.
This is why I do what I do. This is why I work three jobs and eighteen hour days and stay up nights and push myself harder and harder -- because the teachers at Global Leaders Primary School have as much a right to a fair wage as I do. I work this hard because I know that when I pack up for the night, go home and crawl into bed, Madame Eunice is ringing the morning bell. I work this hard because I know that halfway across the world, in a beautiful village that I have come to love, the teachers of Global Leaders Primary School are working even harder.
And, sometimes, I am heartbroken because I know I can only work so hard. I can only give so much of myself to ensure that these teachers get what they have a right to -- a fair wage for hard work. At some point, I’ve got to ask for help.
This is me asking for help.
To promise a fair wage to the teachers of Global Leaders Primary School, I need 25 people to promise $20/month to Madame Eunice, and Madame Sarah, and Teacher Sebastian and Tom Richard -- and to me, and Jayme, and Chris, and Collines. All our sleepless nights, days in and days out and hours and hours of work can only do so much. It comes down to you, and your sixty cents a day.
It comes down to me, making an honest cry for help. It comes down to us, combining sleepless nights and eighteen hour days with just $20/month to promise real teachers in real classrooms the fair wage that they have a right to.
Join me in funding OperationTEACH, and ensure fair wages for teachers -- all teachers, everywhere.
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