i’m on the verge
My mom is a really phenomenal 8th grade English teacher at Egan Junior High. I aspire to be as good of a teacher as she is. But after her first year of teaching (back in the day) she quit. She couldn’t take it. She got bad classes and tough kids and was stuck in a middle-of-nowhere town where she was lonely and didn’t know anyone and just got burned out. She didn’t return to teaching until she was in her 40s.
I don’t aspire to be like that, but I sometimes think I might end up there. She reminded me today that teaching isn’t for everyone and that I very well may decide at the end of this year that it’s not what I want to do. She then reminded me that I’m a really super teacher, so she didn’t think that’s what would happen to me, but that it’s OK if it does, because it happened to her and to a lot of her colleagues and it’s taken a long time to come back.
Gosh, I hate not wanting to go to school tomorrow and not wanting to give my kids the very best that I can give them. They deserve more than that.
But don’t I deserve more than this?
Billy: “Miss Garcia, you need a vacation.”
Yes, I do.
