I had a bomb ass summer of self discovery and the last thing I want to do is go back. But alas… I have signed a contract.
I honestly don’t know if it’s the school. Or the grade. Or if it is teaching entirely. But the thought of returning makes me feel hopeless.
That was the bad news.
Now, despite how I’m feeling, I’ve been listening to a lot of podcasts and I’ve been reading a lot of self help books (because as a teacher I can’t really afford therapy) and I’ve come to the conclusion that maybe it’s all in my head. Maybe I’m making myself miserable. Maybe, if I can just change my attitude, I can change my life.
It’s done wonders this summer.
There is no way out of this year. I’ve signed my contract. Kids are knocking on my door. No matter how much I don’t want it to happen it is totally happening.
So I’m sucking it up. Changing my attitude. Rediscovering the things that I originally fell in love with about teaching. And hoping against hope (and for my sanity) that it works.