Teaching is a job that is never finished. Each
lesson could always be a bit more structured (or unstructured), each
unit could be a little more student-guided (or more
teacher-facilitated), and each year could always be restructured
and reorganized. Couple that with the constant barrage of new
technology, fancy 21st century teaching terms that are in style this
year but may not be next year, along with my
dearest 64 emotional and psychological preteen roller coasters who are just
trying to find their place in the world, and it makes for an exciting,
challenging career.
For the most part, I am energized by this career.
But today I am tired.
Tired in my bones and in my brain. Today it feels
like it doesn't matter what I try or don't try, what I do or don't do.
It won't ever (in any of the countless iterations or improvements of my
lessons or units or plans) be good enough.
