It’s Friday, and I’m sitting here at the end of a slow day. The return from Spring Break has been a week full of frustration and anticipation of…Summer Break.
This whole week I really did not want to be a teacher. I didn’t want the responsibility of planning lessons, finding materials, getting out of bed, coralling makeup work for students (who miss school for weeks at a time, only to barge into my room and demand a quarter’s worth of English work. It takes a lot of self control to stay calm and not hurl dry erasers across the room.)