But I guess after a month of slothfulness my brain is kind of itching to get back to work. To help pay for the bills I've taken on a part-time position at a summer program teaching test prep to fourth and fifth graders for 4 days. It's good money and it's giving me the opportunity to see what life is like for the elementary school teachers that I sometimes look at with contempt and jealously I spend hours grading essays or reading/researching topics that I will ultimately only give 10% of to my students.
This summer has me re-evaluate my situation in a more fair light. I'm not wrapped up in my own emotions or frustrations. Teaching is a wonderful career because it gives me options. I can teach pre-school, elementary, middle or high school. Heck why not even college. I can teach in public or private schools, rural, suburban, or city...
I woke up this morning lesson planning because it's ultimately what I love to do. I'm excited for the fall to come so I can meet my new 9th and 10th grade students. I want to form the relationships with my students that I don't believe being a first year teacher allows for. I'm looking forward to reading Chinua Achebe's Things Fall Apart with them.
There were a couple of times (or more) this summer that I woke up from terrible nightmares. I kept reliving my horrible first year experience in my dreams and it was late late night tv that helped get me through those nights. I would eventually pass out at around 4 in the morning with the tv still on, but finally in la la land.
God, I just hope this next year will be just a little bit better.



