my job....part two

I've written a lot about my job. But what I haven't written about is my feelings about my job. About what it means to me to walk into that building each morning at 6:45a.m. About what it means to say "good morning" to kids as I open the door at 7:55 each morning. Today I was coming up from opening the school and ran into 4 or 5 kids eating breakfast sandwiches on the 2nd floor. Our school is on the 4th and 5th. "Mr. XXXXX, we just didn't want to disrespect the school and mess it up." "We'll throw everything out." I smiled. I guess I should have been stern and sent them on their way. But I just nodded and said, "make sure you are at morning assembly." They were surprised they weren't yelled at, and came to me later to tell me the went up and down and made sure the steps (5 floors) were clean. I love my kids. I worry about them. They know my door is always opened. They know I hold them accountable but give them plenty of lifelines. I've talked about leaving this job....but I won't. I get too much satisfaction from it. I know what life would be like without it. So when I enter the building, I embrace it. This is my world.