Last year around this time I felt like I was barely treading water. Spent some nights until midnight working on lessons, grading, organizing, etc. This isn't what I was expecting. Several times I thought I was inferior as a teacher and sometimes as an adult... I called home and cried more than a few times. I wasn't sure I was going to make it. I thought, "What the hell have I gotten myself into?! I thought I was 'MEANT to be a teacher'."
A year later, I am sitting here, doing much of the same things. I still stay later than other teachers. I still spend most of my weekends lesson planning and grading. I still call home occasionally, but without tears because of my classroom. I still have times where I don't know what to do, but I have accepted that it's okay to not know everything right now. I walk with my head high. I'm still treading water, but it's getting just a little bit easier to stay afloat. I know WHO holds my future and "He has plans for me... plans to prosper me and not harm me. Plans for hope and a future."
Here's to a new year. With new adventures. With new memories. Here's to the best school year yet!
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