"I'm a little frazzled."
"Is this semester particularly tough?"
"I wouldn't know. People haven't finished talking to me about last semester yet."
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Today's lecture for my seniors totally bit. Twice. I haven't had a moment to prepare for this semester because I'm still answering angry emails from parents and students about this semester's grades. I have a meeting on Friday, and I'm sure another one coming up. I am feeling so angry and defensive and EXPLOSIVE right now. Hit things or cry. Or both. I keep blasting the Dixie Chicks' "Not Ready to Make Nice" in my car just to keep me from completely falling apart on my way to and from work.
I cannot stand this part of my job. CANNOT STAND IT. It's ruining every day for me, despite the sunny-side up moments I have with my sophomores. All I want to do when I come home is turn on the television or do crossword puzzles or internet bits.
I can make it through this week. I think I can. Universe, I hope I can.
2 comments:
Hugs to you. I made it through the semester, but the beginning of the new one has met with students doing little and my e-mail full of messages from students and parents.
Exhausting!
Take care of yourself!
I always say - we pay the price for being who we are. You have some of the highest standards (if not THE highest) on campus - what's more, you have them for all the right reasons. I see what the backlash to you, and I admire your strength. I know it doesn't feel like strength, only survival - but you have the point position in what is probably the most important, and labor intensive subject in any school... survival is no small thing. I say your name is at the top of the list of people that make NRHS a school worth attending.
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