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.
Deborah says
I agree. My Friday night “partying” was falling asleep in my chair at 8. Then waking up and going to bed.
Brad says
Hehe… Crying into your MexiMelt… That should be an expression people use. “That meeting went so poorly, I was crying into my MexiMelt”
I’m having sort of a first year again this year. It’s pretty intense.
One thing you can say for teaching though… it’s never boring.
Kristi says
Teaching is definitely tough. There may be days and weeks that go smoothly, and then BOOM! you get a really nasty day. Teaching is humbling and rewarding -- sometimes all in the same day.
Rachel says
I couldn’t do it; that’s why I don’t. I applaud all of you!