I actually said that in class last week. Well crap. Have I told you guys that I curse like a sailor? I mean really I think I would embarrass sailors. Not only do I swear a fair amount I swear creatively and I pick up swear words like it’s nobody’s business. I love new ones, old ones, and even some really bad ones.
So anyway my advanced class was complaining about POWs and I was being totally insensitive and I said, “Whine, whine, whine, bitch, bitch. You’re 11 or 12 your life is so hard.” Well crap way to go me. Well to cover my ass I follow that with, “So when you all go home and tell your parents what Ms. G said in class today could you make sure to clarify that I didn’t cuss ‘at’ any of you.”
That was my intro in to a little whine that is coming on right about now,
I miss my old blog. I took time to set it up and it had my name and my life and what not. (Whine)
I am terrified that I am not doing a good job. I honestly have no idea what the indicators of “good job” are. I work and then I don’t work some days I teach so prepared and some days I pull all of it out of my ass and you know what? I’m not sure that there is one where I do better or worse. I don’t know that the uber prepared days feel better at the end then the other ones. (whine)
I am a terrible grader. I hate grading things. I just suck at it. I am so tired of them grubbing for points that I don’t want to grade stuff. But 146 kids is also to many to comment on EVERYTHING. Where do you people get all this time? Do you have any extra time laying around I could have? (whine)
My roommate did dishes for the first time since we moved in. I am trying to look at the bright side of that except that we’ve lived here 11 weeks. (bitch)
Having 4 preps is killing me. I am constantly not doing my best for one group of students. I just don’t know how to fix that. (bitch)
Lastly, I really don’t have that much to complain about. My life is pretty rad but it’s the beginning of November and getting through everything I need to this month in order to keep on pace is just insane. Especially with the holidays and weird weeks and field trips.
I understand that this had very little to do with math but it’s my blog and I’ll do what I want. (bitch)
a brand new line. 
Sending a hug, wishing I could give one in person. I’m still at the computer on a Sunday evening wondering what happened to my weekend. Whine, whine, wine. Some days are like that. Some weeks are like that. Some jobs are like that. The good ones also give us the other days, when we know we changed a life in a good way, reminding us why we put up with the kvetch days.
On the flip side, this morning the sun came out after the rain, and the red leaves on the tree outside my window glistened and shimmered in the breeze. Just being alive was exciting. Hope your morning brings you the excitement of being alive, healthy, young, and smart enough to know that’s a damn sight better than most!
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Keep caring, and you will be great. Yup, it is quite miserable at times your first few years. But I assure you that you will love it more and more. It is terrific fun to work so hard to figure out how to make it all work. Oh, and keep carving out personal fun times…
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I am constantly disgusted by the schedules we give to first year teachers. Not that I think you are incapable of teaching 4 preps but WHY? There is probably a teacher who has taught at least 3 of those courses who would have found the assignment challenging but doable.
And the constant comment I hear in education is “I did it when I started so she/he can just do it.” That is a comment about teachers. What about a reflection on what the kids are getting? Most kids like a new teacher, no one likes a stressed teacher.
So as we all become more experienced teachers, let’s resolve to break this part of the system. Take the more complex course load and let an new teacher get his/her ‘sea’ legs before we give he/she the ‘ugly’ loads.
Time to walk the talk.
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