The end of the year is swiftly approaching and has tensions rise and emotions peak we should remind ourselves that we are here not for ourselves but for the children that we teach. My friend Scott referred to my job in a not so positive light, I must kindly disagree with that statement. The job is amazing, no job on earth allows a person be surrounded by such love and forgiveness as working with children.
It is true that I tend to get stuck on an issue and have a hard time letting it go. That has been an issue with every job I have ever had and would not go away by leaving this one. One big issue that I do face here is the inability to tell people to FUCK OFF. People drop stuff on my desk with our so much as a please and a thank you and I need to find a way to make that stop. I must admit that some of it is my own fault, I like to be needed and having people rely on me gives me a sense of worth.
Back to the end of the year. 8th grade is leaving and I bid them a fond farewell. There are a few I will miss but for the most part most of them are ready to leave. I hope that when the current 7th grade class takes their place they will not "turn into" 8th graders. There are so many in 7th grade I will miss when they leave. Many of these kids I have taught since Kindergarten and I have watched them grow and mature into beautiful young people. Olivia (you know her Scott) is one of the people I will miss the most. She is a screwed up little kid in so many ways, you just want to wrap her up in bubble wrap to protect her. Makes me sad even thinking about it.
Well, I need to get my but in gear and get to work. My hope is to try and write a little bit about how I am feeling every day to help me overcome some of the depression and tension that has been filling my life.