Yesterday I wanted to write about yesterday, and about all the happiness of 7th grade parents who don't care that their children are brats and don't care even more that their children are failing my class because they don't hand in assignments.
That was yesterday.
Today I just want to have love for the principal, who sat in on a class and told me a million times that it wasn't me being unclear but them refusing to be engaged, and the Chumash teacher who agreed to take them to Tashlich so I don't have to, and the guidance counselor who agreed to re-think all of advisory because some, if not all, are not working.
I am keeping an objective mindset, a growth mindset, etc, and trying to know that it's normal not to want to tell your students it's your birthday because you'd rather have a good day of learning, and wondering if I still remember a time when I didn't learn a million new things every day.
I wish I could say I miss you all, but all I miss are home-cooked lunches (instead of school food) and time to exercise and the feeling of going to bed not in a panic. And even those things are beginning to fade as I learn to grade faster and plan faster and think at the speed of light how to get 2 lessons into one so we aren't behind when I'm fasting after Rosh HaShanah and they are being brats.
I'm just too busy and too content to miss anyone right now, or to think anything bad or good, besides the happy exhaustion.
Shana Tova!
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