Job You Hate Or Job You Love

Two dollars a week! Wow! My 8-year-old self feels so happy! Adding up my millions in my head, I Fall asleep, dreaming of my mansion and swimming pool. Fifty cents an hour! Truly? All I have to do is watch 6 children? My 11-year-old-self does cartwheels. I am going to be rich! I Fall asleep, dreaming of the orphanage I will build. $1.25 an hour. Really? All I have to do is ring up groceries, give change, sweep the floor, and face the shelves? My 15-year-old-self can barely wait to turn 16, so I can begin. I Fall asleep, dreaming of my new red sports car with oodles of chrome. I’m older now, experienced, and making good money. I am astounded when others complain about teacher pay. I would do this job for free, And I have said this Aloud many times To many people. Guess what happens when I ask my 8 year-old students to circle their choice: 1. A job you love, that pays $25,000 a year? Or 2. A job you hate that pays $50,000 a year? On average, 23 out of 25 Circle 2. They want the job They hate because it pays better. Silly me! Regular jobs don’t apply to their 8-year-old-selves. They are going to be the President, Princesses, Unicorn tamers, U-tubers, And they are going to get paid millions Of dollars playing video games. I fall asleep with warm thoughts In my heart, realizing some things Have not changed a whit.