For the first time in my life, I finally believe I have chosen the wrong career. I just don’t know how much longer I can do this. It’s not my actual job…I could teach literature all day long, it’s the “extras.” It’s the mom who gave her child 3 laxatives before school (doctor’s orders, but still…KEEP HIM AT HOME!) and we all know what the consequence was. It’s the child who smells so bad that the stench fills the room to where the other kids get sick. It’s the 7th grade lesbians who openly share their “love” with each other IN CLASS. It’s the open defiance – looking me straight in the eye and doing exactly what I just said NOT to do. It’s the threats of bringing a gun to school to settle a fight OVER A GIRL.
I am just so burnt out.
I have 15 more days until the students get out for summer.
15 days until I can have a 2 month rejuvenation.
15 days.
I just hope I make it.
Seventh Grade Lesbians??? Seriously??? Hell, I was still holding up Barbie and Ken horizontally, in my bedroom with my BFF as we tried desperately to figure out how that whole fitting together of parts thing was going to work with boys and girls. I still hadn’t decided how I came down on the idea of tongue kissing but was leaning toward no because spit was involved. Back then, in seventh grade, Lesbians were like Martians. Yeah, supposedly they existed, but I sure as snot didn’t know any and they weren’t going to be in my school even if they were around. Their parents would so ground them, like really bad.
Now I have to ask if the 70’s really were that backward? We were growing up in the middle of the biggest battles of the Sexual Revolution, weren’t we? Hmmmm. Lesbians in seventh grade. More than my mind can handle. Good luck on lasting 15 more days.
Again, I’m a teacher so I get it. You can do it. I’ve realized now that at this point in the year the little things set me off and make me crazy, when they never did before. Good luck.
Oh girl I admire you so for teaching. Really.
Miss C’s teacher has actually almost cried twice in front of recently. I help on Fridays and there is a little boy who is just HORRIBLE in her room and I know she is so ready for the year to be over.
And lesbians in 7th grade? Whoa. Yeah I hadn’t even figured out the kissing thing yet, much less realized that there was a garden variety of “preferences” out there!