27 is the number of years I have left until I can retire. Isn't that sad? I haven't even really begun my career as a teacher and already I am counting the years. I love my students and I love teaching. I really do look forward to getting up every morning - even at 6:00 am! The kids are hilarious, even if they can get on your nerves, and everyday really does bring a surprise. No two days are the same, and the kids can always say something to make you smile. Unfortunately, I despise everything that comes along with teaching. The meetings, the paperwork, dealing with parents who know everything, and the paperwork. It seems every year our district adds crap on top of our ever increasing workload just because they can. Isn't it enough that I plan for hours to make sure my children succeed? Is it really necessary to add all the crap on top of it?
Michael left for work this morning up at the unit, and I have to say I was jealous. He doesn't have to write lesson plans or deal with anymore of our districts surprise plans. I wonder what happened to our administrators. When did they forget how long it takes to plan for a class and how much time it actually consumes? I love my job, but for the next month I refuse to neglect my husband. Maybe after October I will spend more time on the crap they make us do. Until they I will concentrate on Michael and making sure I teach my students what they need. The BS will have to wait.
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