It's Saturday morning, and I am exhausted. I feel like I've been run over by a truck. My eyes are bleary, and my muscles ache (I am definitely getting a massage next weekend!). Worst of all, I'm thinking, I have to go back and do this again next week? And the week after that, too??
I haven't had my moment yet. The moment where I think, So, this is why I became a teacher. Instead, I've had a million moments where I've thought, Why do I do this? WHY WHY WHY?! Inexplicably, we have a large number of girls who started out the year with chips on their shoulders. I've received so many eye rolls this week and had so many arguments over why, yes, a pair of shorts IS too short for school, and no, I don't care if you can't find shorts that are any longer, because yes, you are lying. I feel as if I'm in some short of bizarro world, where it's actually April, because there are the attitudes I expect then. These are not the attitudes I expect in August! We've (when I say we, I'm referring to my team, not the voices in my head) also had to break some bad habits, such as constant leaning back in chairs and talking. Oh, the talking. They can't pass up papers without beginning to talk loudly, which drives me crazy. Even when I'm not recovering from strep throat, I don't enjoy constantly raising my voice.
I know it will get better. I hope it will get better soon. It's hard because last year, we had an amazing relationship with so many of our students. They meshed really well with all of us, and sure, we had a few discipline issues, but they were few and far between. This year? I'm just not feeling the love.