The first year of teaching is a 24 hours a day, 7 days a week career. I was in my classroom until 8:30p.m. tonight and on my way out one of my colleagues was still in her office. I'm usually there by 7:30a.m. and I'm not a morning person.
I have my ups and downs. I really do physically feel like I'm on a roller coaster falling from the highest point, my stomach and lungs ready to fly out my throat. I thought my heart was fluttering but Fred has since clarified: its mini anxiety attacks. oh.
The up. In my ethnography elective I taught my class about the Jena 6. Had them think first about a time when they were discriminated against, explained about the Jena 6 and then had them think about symbols. After class I had a minute to say "yes!" One girl in class knew the story and the vibe in the class was really good, they were thoughtful and they got it.
The downs. I have a little over a hundred grades to finish by Monday. I have one out of control class. And I have response to readings I have to write for my master's seminar tomorrow night. I don't know how I'm going to do it.
I'm glad Fred and the family are okay with how preoccupied I am nowadays and I'm glad they're still there even when I'm always somewhere else.
Will update more on the teaching life - with more uplifting stories. hopefully soon. Whoever you are that's still reading - I'm most likely missing you!
1 comment:
I'm missing you, too, lady! Does teaching remind you at all of Nariwa? I will call you one of these evenings for a nocturnal catch-up chat! Gambatte ne!
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