It is just after six o'clock and I have changed into my jammies and am curling up on the couch.
I was convinced, after all the rest that I got with being sick over the weekend, that I was fully rested, recharged, and ready to go (how's that for alliteration? Can you tell the English teacher in the room?) And yesterday was one great day. I had so much energy. My classes were fun and students seemed to be learning. I had some kids come and tell me how much they appreciate my teaching style.
Which is great to hear when you are always evaluating yourself and wondering how you are doing. And wondering if you're actually capable of teaching or if it is just a figment of your imagination!
But today I noticed something.
I'm tired.
I noticed it when one of my students put up a fight about completing all of the questions with an assignment. Or when a group of girls just would not stop talking. Or when another boy was mad at me for all of Cooking class because I decided we would make lemon squares and they have too much sugar in them. So I got the cold shoulder all class.
Because of lemon squares.
Yeah. I know. My thoughts exactly.
Normally I am a pretty patient person (I know those of you who know me are shocked to hear this). I can reason, I can talk students through things, and I can get my classes under control (classroom management has never been an issue for me).
But today I was tired.
My patience was shot.
I think I managed to hide it from my students and co-workers, but if I were to be honest, when I came home I just wanted to collapse on the couch with my supper and a cup of tea and cry. But I couldn't. I had to head back to the school for a meeting.
However, I don't want this to be a down post! Because the first two days of the week have been good ones.
My grade 12s presented on their communist leaders.
All I can say is "Wow." There is something about watching them refer to guys like Marx and Stalin on a first-name basis that makes me proud. And maybe a little scared ;)
My grade 10s did literary games with me in class yesterday and they got so into it. I love watching them get excited to learn and have fun doing it.
My grade 8s found out about Mr. Charming (I teach the principal's daughter so she has been around when he has been talked about). Trying to keep homeroom devotions away from discussion about him and when they will get to meet him has been a challenge all in itself.
One of my grade 9s baked brownies and brought them to class because she knows I like chocolate.
So see? Still a good day :)
In my exhaustion I have found myself turning to God more and more. I have broken down on Him, talked to Him, and am currently sitting here asking Him to just hold me.
So here's to a good night sleep tonight and a more patient Miss S tomorrow!
I was convinced, after all the rest that I got with being sick over the weekend, that I was fully rested, recharged, and ready to go (how's that for alliteration? Can you tell the English teacher in the room?) And yesterday was one great day. I had so much energy. My classes were fun and students seemed to be learning. I had some kids come and tell me how much they appreciate my teaching style.
Which is great to hear when you are always evaluating yourself and wondering how you are doing. And wondering if you're actually capable of teaching or if it is just a figment of your imagination!
But today I noticed something.
I'm tired.
I noticed it when one of my students put up a fight about completing all of the questions with an assignment. Or when a group of girls just would not stop talking. Or when another boy was mad at me for all of Cooking class because I decided we would make lemon squares and they have too much sugar in them. So I got the cold shoulder all class.
Because of lemon squares.
Yeah. I know. My thoughts exactly.
Normally I am a pretty patient person (I know those of you who know me are shocked to hear this). I can reason, I can talk students through things, and I can get my classes under control (classroom management has never been an issue for me).
But today I was tired.
My patience was shot.
I think I managed to hide it from my students and co-workers, but if I were to be honest, when I came home I just wanted to collapse on the couch with my supper and a cup of tea and cry. But I couldn't. I had to head back to the school for a meeting.
However, I don't want this to be a down post! Because the first two days of the week have been good ones.
My grade 12s presented on their communist leaders.
All I can say is "Wow." There is something about watching them refer to guys like Marx and Stalin on a first-name basis that makes me proud. And maybe a little scared ;)
My grade 10s did literary games with me in class yesterday and they got so into it. I love watching them get excited to learn and have fun doing it.
My grade 8s found out about Mr. Charming (I teach the principal's daughter so she has been around when he has been talked about). Trying to keep homeroom devotions away from discussion about him and when they will get to meet him has been a challenge all in itself.
One of my grade 9s baked brownies and brought them to class because she knows I like chocolate.
So see? Still a good day :)
In my exhaustion I have found myself turning to God more and more. I have broken down on Him, talked to Him, and am currently sitting here asking Him to just hold me.
So here's to a good night sleep tonight and a more patient Miss S tomorrow!
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