Can I tell you how tired I am? I am tired of work. I am tired of juggling. I'm just tired. I think school has made me the most tired. I have a wild mix of kids this year and they are just wearing me out. Everyday it is something new. Everyday someone (try five or six someones) is telling on someone else and they want me to solve it. He called me lover boy . . . she looked at me funny . . . he's standing too close to me. Guess what? I just don't care! And when did 2nd graders start knowing what a lover boy is? I might go mad by the end of the year if I don't find some way to diffuse this ticking bomb in my head. Each morning I say my prayers that I will have patience with the little boy who never seems to hear the directions the first time they are given. Or I pray that I'll find restraint when another little boy blatantly disregards my instructions and doodles all over his State Test booklet. AHHHHH! Breathe. In. Out. In. Out. I know that I will make it and I will look back on the year and laugh, but right now I just don't find it very funny.
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Boy, can I ever feel your pain. Teaching can be so exhausting. I remember coming home completely worn out--just sitting on the couch thinking about how I had to do it all over again the next day, and I still hadn't planned a thing I was going to teach.
Just keep looking at that light at the end of the tunnel, and maybe this summer, you'll have a moment when you think of your kids fondly and smile. And almost miss them.
So true. So true. I think the my problem this year is three-fold. One, I absolutely loved my class last year and they were an impossible act to follow. Two, I really want to be home with JT. Three, there are 13 boys in my class of 18 kids. There are glimmers of that light every once and awhile and I remember why I became a teacher. Thanks for the reminder:)
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