I often feel like my students truly want me to bang my head against a wall.
I look at them and think "If you only knew how crazy you make me and how hard I continue to try and how pretty much I've wanted a beer at the end of every school day for the past three weeks... if you only knew."
Yesterday after I started this post, I read this from Anne Lamont: "Sometimes I think Jesus watches my neurotic struggles, and shakes his head and grips his forehead and starts tossing back mojitos."
Okay, Jesus probably wins.
I have no doubt that I am worse than my kids. At least me and the big guy have this little shared frustration in common.
About Me
- Sam
- When not teaching a hot mess full of kids how to be better people (and read and write), I'm busy playing with my puppy, talking with my hands and generally drinking too much coffee. I love margaritas, craft projects, sarcasm and young adult literature. And Jesus. I probably should have mentioned him first, being that he's Jesus and all. This crazy thing called teaching is just a stop along the way to... well, I haven't quite figured that out yet. But I'm open to suggestions.
1 comment:
Well, hello there!
I came across your blog and just wanted to tell you that I've become a fan! I'm getting ready to graduate from a Teacher Ed program and I'll be venturing into that wonderfully chaotic career as an Elementary Educator. Your blog is funny, inspiring, and just a good read! Thanks for writing! I look forward to what else is to come.
Marlee
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