Friday blues
one of my kids is on suicide watch
another one got jumped FOR NO REASON on the way home from school on tuesday. had to get 7 stitches and spent the night in the hospital.
and 6 boys in my afternoon class ceaselessly insult each other in english and spanish.
i am tired, tired of planning, tired of working so hard, tired of caring about people who don't care about school--or at least won't put in enough effort to make it look like they care.
time for the weekend--thank goodness it's here.
another one got jumped FOR NO REASON on the way home from school on tuesday. had to get 7 stitches and spent the night in the hospital.
and 6 boys in my afternoon class ceaselessly insult each other in english and spanish.
i am tired, tired of planning, tired of working so hard, tired of caring about people who don't care about school--or at least won't put in enough effort to make it look like they care.
time for the weekend--thank goodness it's here.
posted by Allyson B. at
2:46 PM
1 Comments:
Oh dear.
These are the moments that make you so brave for choosing this profession.
I have heard from my teachers that the good moments -- like when former students come back to visit and tell them how important their teaching was -- are what gets them through times like these.
In my opinion, a weekend of sunshine and maybe a margarita or two wouldn't hurt, either. I'll be home next weekend and would be glad to treat you to a margarita in the sunshine. At Picante, perhaps?
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