Holy Mother of God, I'm tired. This week has been insanely busy, and I'm waiting with bated breath for tomorrow. I'm in the midst of teaching this giant writing unit to my 10th graders, and it's something I haven't done in the past, so I'm spending upwards of three hours a night prepping and preparing a lesson plan for the following day.
And yet part of me shudders at the thought of collecting their papers next week. I'm dreading that all the things I've said, all the work I've put in, and all the carefully structured lessons will all be for naught, that the papers I receive will still have glaring errors and that I'll spend days grading minutiae that I've specifically discussed.
On the one hand I love being a teacher, but on the other hand it's really difficult being in a profession where I judge my success based upon factors completely outside of my control, i.e., whether my students succeed.
And yet part of me shudders at the thought of collecting their papers next week. I'm dreading that all the things I've said, all the work I've put in, and all the carefully structured lessons will all be for naught, that the papers I receive will still have glaring errors and that I'll spend days grading minutiae that I've specifically discussed.
On the one hand I love being a teacher, but on the other hand it's really difficult being in a profession where I judge my success based upon factors completely outside of my control, i.e., whether my students succeed.
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I really like Ulysses, but i think its pretty impossible to read without a little guidance and a lot of time. Dubliners is much more manageable. Portrait is bothering. I feel like I don't get it because I'm not catholic and I don't have a penis.
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-ps- i'm from va too. Bet you just love the S.O.L.s.