I am a public school teacher in an underfunded district. My classroom has thirty-five students, outdated textbooks, and not enough chairs. But these children deserve the best education possible, and I refuse to give them anything less. I spend my own money on supplies — markers, paper, snacks for kids who come to school hungry. I arrive at six in the morning and leave at six in the evening. I tutor during lunch. I write college recommendation letters on weekends. And my salary barely covers my own rent. But when a struggling student finally grasps a concept and their eyes light up — that moment is worth everything. When a shy child reads aloud for the first time and the whole class cheers — that is why I teach. When a former student writes to tell me I changed their life — I know I am exactly where I am supposed to be. The system is broken, but the children are not. They are brilliant, curious, resilient, and full of potential. They deserve teachers who believe in them, resources that support them, and a society that values their education. I am asking for prayers for every teacher who shows up for their students despite impossible odds. Pray for resources, for fair compensation, for public support, and for the stamina to keep going when the system makes it so hard to stay.