They say that the earlier you identify a problem, the more likely you are to prevent damage.
I guess what I’m about to say is kind of like that.
I’m not going to play up my teaching experience as a wonderful, squishy nice, fun fest in which every day I awoke with energy brimming, ready to embrace my disadvantaged, minority, inner-city students.
Not every day have I felt like that. Definitely some days, more than not I’d say, but not every day.
I highly doubt anybody feels like that. Not even those peppy Teach For America over-achievers. (A TFA-er works at my school, in which we discuss often that this job doesn’t get easier, only more difficult). Not that difficult’s a bad thing, but I notice that I have asked myself at least once this year:
“What if I went to med school?”
“What if I went to law school?”
“Is it too late to transfer to the business sector?”
“How long ’till I retire?”