Today was a rough day at school. My class is a bit difficult this year, and for the most part I’m ok with it, but today was hard. Our new teacher also had a hard day and confessed that she felt like crying at one point. I assured her that I have felt like crying at several points over the years, and have – in fact – cried in front of the children. I think it just comes with the territory. There was a Dark Year a couple of years ago when I would come home, walk past Lloyd, go upstairs and lie face-down on the bed and have a good bawl.
My first year teaching, our school was a block and a half from a Taco Bell. Those were back in the days when I didn’t eat lunch with the kids, so I would zip through the drive-thru for a MexiMelt and a nice little cry. Daily.
Teaching is tough. Don’t let anyone tell you differently. (And if anyone says that teaching preschool is a piece of cake, I double-dog-dare you to come do my job for a day. No – two hours. No – one hour. Let me watch. 🙂 )
Over and out. Happy Saturday.