Better Late Than Never
Spring Break arrived about one week too late for me.
Last Wednesday morning, after I turned in my grades for the 3rd quarter at 9:00 a.m., I started writing some notes on the chalkboard for my students when I began to cry and could not stop.
Seriously. Crying. Couldn't stop.
The thing is, I had 26 sets of expectant eyes waiting for me to turn around and explain the crap I had just written on the board. They were aware that something wasn't right - and I know they were waiting for me to turn around and tell them my dog just died or something to explain all the tears.
I didn't explain anything. I just ducked into the teacher's office next door where another teacher was getting ready to grade papers. She saw me and said "Do you need me to cover your class?" All I could do was nod.
posted by Emma @ 8:36 PM
1 Comments:
I have a colleague who shared with me that she goes home and cries at least once a week!
I, myself, have cried in front of students-- out of being betrayed by a group of students who dared each other to lie about me, out of being worried because I found out one of my students got beat up by another one of my students at lunch, out of concern when I discovered that one of my students was "backing up" three different gangs, out of frustration when only half my students brought their books for Book Report day.
After the year you have had, it's a wonder you held off until April!
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