Discover Something New Every Day: The Challenge
I got those back to school blues.
I’ve either been in school or teaching school since 1981, and every opening day is always the same: fitful sleep the night before with dreams of betrayal, slight dizziness and nausea, and a sense of dread for the long semester ahead. No matter that I enjoy the subject matter I’m teaching (that reward comes later in the semester, and I’ll be glad for it). No matter that I enjoy knowing my students (and that’s another reward that comes later in the semester). No matter that I love the challenge of teaching. Right now, on the first day: it’s fear and loathing.
I’ll be better tomorrow. I always am.