November 9, 2009
^And I meant it, too. This time last year, I remember thinking about how many months were left until summer, and feeling like there was no way in hell I would make it through. It seemed impossible. That day was a real low point. My whole life I have known I would be a teacher; I think sometimes that this profession chooses you, not the other way around. So it honestly felt like my world was crumbling...this job I'd dreamed about for years, not only was I finding that maybe I was BAD at it, but I hated it. HATED it. And could not imagine coming back another DAY, much less a week, the school year, or year after year to come.
Let me be clear: This year is no picnic. I have tough kids, I lose my patience, I still yell. I do my best, but there are many days I know I could have and should have done better. I get frustrated still. But at no time this year, for a single moment or even a split second have I thought, "I will not make it through this," or, "I want to quit." And this is something to be very happy about.
This picture is actually from student teaching: Playing a science game, to be precise! |
This is my first year teaching, and November was HARD. I actually went to my principal crying and saying "I can't do this anymore!" Luckily, she was very supportive and said "stick it out 2 more weeks, then come talk to me". I'm so glad she said that, because I can't even imagine not doing this now :)
ReplyDeletehere's my blog post about it!
ReplyDeletehttp://outfittedandinspired.blogspot.com/2011/01/big-thank-you.html