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Hoops with Students
A few days ago, I participated in a Faculty vs. Student basketball tournament to raise money for our student athletes at my school. The first thing I told the students after the game was, ¡°I am getting too old for this!¡± Every year, we also invite the local fire department and police department to join us in a friendly game of basketball.
Although it is only for the annual bragging rights, both the police officers and firemen get excited and sometimes very serious about winning. The highlight of the night is the game between the students and teachers.
The parents and students come and support the fundraiser to raise money for the school¡¯s basketball program. Actually there is another reason why they come-to see the principal and teachers make fools of themselves by trying to compete with bunch of talented teenagers. For me, it has been almost thirty years since I last played basketball with my college buddies, so you can imagine how embarrassing it is for me to put on those sneakers and try, or better yet, pretend to play basketball.
This was our fourth year organizing this event and the faculty has never won, but this year it was different- we actually won! Every time I touched the ball, there were students who were chanting Mr. Yi, Mr. Yi, Mr. Yi¡¦.. Although I didn¡¯t contribute any points, I was there cheering on my fellow educators as they miraculously scored more points than the students.
It was a tiring but great evening as we raised money for our school so that students can benefit from all the extra-curricular activities we have to offer and fully enjoy the high school experience. An evening such as this is why I became an educator twenty four years ago.
As I was driving home from the basketball tournament, I started to reminisce about my career as an educator. It¡¯s hard to believe that it has been twenty four years since I first stepped foot into a school. Most of my Korean friends chose a career path like going to medical school, engineering, or running a family business. However, for me, call it fate or destiny I became a teacher.
There were only a small number of Korean teachers in New York City in the mid 1980s. Most of them were ESL teachers who were teaching English to recently arrived students from Korea. I became the first non-ESL Korean teacher at Cardozo High School in Bayside, Queens and I taught Biology to 9th and 10th graders.
People say that more than fifty percent of all NYC teachers quit after the first year. Although it was a very challenging first year, I survived! Now, after twenty four years, I am glad and thankful that I have chosen a rewarding career as a teacher.