Today was my sixth day of school and I'm tired.
I missed the fourth day of school.
On the fifth day one of my students told me she was going to kill herself. She wasn't hyperbolizing. She told me how she would do it when I gently inquired. I had to get someone to cover my class so I could take her to the counselor. Luckily I have a good colleague in the Band teacher, and a great 8th period class I can leave alone.
I was also observed yesterday, which went well. It was a jam-packed return to from my three-day weekend.
I thought my eighth graders would have eaten my alive already. I must be doing something right because today- the seventh day of school- I had an amazing day. Even with two classes of eighth graders and a super teary-eyed seventh grader.
Today, at the end of the day, I looked at my empty, messy, unorganized classroom with papers everywhere and disheveled desks and through my exhaustion thought about how much I love my job.
Can you call it a job if you haven't gotten paid yet? I think I'll love it more when I get my first paycheck in nine days.
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