Why am I here? Why do I continue to show up to school every day stressed and exhausted? The year has been a little more rough than I initially imagined...
I've fallen to the stresses that most young teachers have fallen prey to
- Pressure from standardized testing
- Lesson flops
- Struggling classroom management
- Large class sizes
- Teaching in a low SES area
It's been a shock . There was so many awesome ideas I had picked up this summer. I was so excited to put them in use. I was going to teach these awesome lessons, have complete control of my room, earn the respect of my building teachers and administrators, climb to the top as a leader in my building and district, I would earn recognition as one of the best and youngest in my district etc.
Pronouns in the previous paragraph: I, I, I, my, my, my, I, and my.
I think I might be forgetting 150 people in that paragraph
I had lost sight of the original goal. It's not about me, and it never has been. There's never going to be the fame or the fortune. That's not why I started but that's how it will end if it doesn't change.
So why am I here?
Definitely not for me.
