Seriously, I don’t know if I’m coming or going. Teaching is HARD. Today, I wanted to run out of the classroom and go hide in the restroom and cry.
It’s one thing to work with students who want to learn, who come to class prepared, and who are eager (or at least good pretenders) about the material. It’s another thing to have to consistently try to get students motivated, to have to YELL over students, and to talk to students who feel that you need to explain yourself to them.
Today, I found myself wondering why I was here. I was wondering why do I put in almost 12 hours of work, to come home and work some more, to come home and work on the weekend- to have to deal with that. What made me feel like that was the right choice? And why, despite all of that, do I want to go back tomorrow with another plan, to try again? What have I signed up for?
Right now, I’m in need of prayers, the weekend, or some hurricane days. While just one will do, I’ll accept all of them…
Until next time…
life beyond the well... 