Welcome to the hilariously frustrating world of teaching. I have just begun my first year teaching and question my career choice on almost a daily basis. Let me just make something abundantly clear right now. This is not going to be a blog about how cute kids can be or how much I love kids. Don’t get me wrong, kids can be cute and I love kids. But, this is not the place that I will be talking about those things. This is my escape. This is my coping mechanism. I will make jokes at children’s expense and I will not feel bad about it. You might be thinking to yourself, “What is this woman doing teaching if she is so bitter about it already?” well, here’s the thing: Most days I love my job, but some days I want to set myself on fire and and jump off of a cliff out of frustration and if you’ve ever taught a day in your life, then you'd understand. Especially if you are a new teacher. Most days I feel like I have no idea what the hell I’m doing and like everything I say is a complete waste of breath. I get tired of hearing the sound of my own voice. A lot. So, I will come here to write about things that happened which either a). Made me laugh or b). Pissed me off and made me laugh later.
No real names or places will be used in this blog to protect the “integrity” of myself and my students. I hope you find this as entertaining as I do. If you are already offended, I’d advise you to stop reading now.
No real names or places will be used in this blog to protect the “integrity” of myself and my students. I hope you find this as entertaining as I do. If you are already offended, I’d advise you to stop reading now.