Yes, I am tired. Yes, I am working hard. Yes, this week kicked my ass but you know what? My freshman scholars presented statistics projects where they demonstrated understanding of standard deviation in real life contexts. I heard my sophomores say things like, “Explain to me what you did on that problem” in order to help their group mates on the work. I had two students study together and retake competencies (assessments) for solid B+ grades. I had a very tough repeating freshman clear a no mark with me and practically cry in joy AND THEN the next day she went to work on her science no marks.
I also worked to0 much and was too stressed and too tired but you know what? I enjoy my job. I want to be the best that I can and your first year at a new place that takes time. Real time. But you know what’s different than my first year of teaching? I am good at it. Guys! There is a real chance I am doing a good job. An exhausting, painful, sleep losing good job BUT a good job none-the-less.
I could use more hugs, more wine, and less whine. But I am happy, healthy, and good. Just in case you were wondering.