I feel like I’ve been hit by a bus. Seriously, I am in such terrible “teacher shape” that even in flats today was rough.
Today was pretty spectacular. My new favorite thing in the world is to give an instruction, and then be able to watch as students do exactly what they are supposed to. We had some minor setbacks in the morning (mostly confusion due to a last-minute schedule change) things went really well! My seniors are wonderful, my sophomores are brilliant, and I feel like every single member of the faculty is the best teacher I’ve ever seen.
Don’t get me wrong – there are things that are difficult. I’m pulling 14-hour days, even on weekends, and I’m still drowning in work. I’m day-by-day planning for the first time in over a year and a half (this is also due to the schedule change – hooray for precalculus). Everyone who is new, even people who have been teaching for years, is in some version of “survival mode” that is not unlike it was as a first-year TFA corps member.
But I suppose, in the end, it’s all worth it. This year is already challenging me in ways I never thought teaching could, and I really, truly love what I’m doing. I hope this feeling lasts.