I’m going to tell you a series of fictions, but the result will be truth.
I’m grading the last thousand or so papers from my 2013-2014 students, and then I will be done with my worst school year in memory.
“Please check back on Thursday. I’ve got so much to tell you.”
She said. You see, I think this is one of my weaknesses as a teacher and as a human. I make promises without being sure I can keep them. I need to stop making promises, or learn how to keep them. It’s a struggle.
I start summer school on Monday, but it’s one group of kids and one class. I’ve been planning lessons and enjoying my very short vacation. And let’s be honest, season 2 of Orange is the New Black.
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Writing on my planning time. Stripping and packing up my classroom because I’m moving two floors up. Grading research papers and final exams. OMG…so tired of looking for a thesis statement. 100% of my kids passed the stupid state test/EOC and my principal has not said one work of praise or thanks. He actually said that he figured the paycheck was enough thanks for teachers. Of course, you know that if my kids didn’t do well there would be hell to pay. I’m tired. Just really, really tired.
The whole fucking crowd loses it the last few days of school, parents and kids. Why?