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.