When one of my more fragile children repeatedly called me a "meanie," I know he was right. He also insisted that "teachers should never be rude."
I lost my temper in a way I'm completely ashamed of. I raised my voice, I took their work - snatched their work . . . I think I may have scared them and I didn't want to.
I can't do all they want me to do and I find it very hard. There's only one of me and there are many obstacles and challenges for example, I found out today (shortly before I lost it) - my literacy wants a new breakdown of the Benchmark Reading Assessment data by Friday and my half-time teaching partner just quit. . . after approximately one month on the job . . . which she got because the previous teaching partner got sick and quit . . . after approximately one month . . . when she was reassigned to my room and my previous co teacher was moved.
So August 31 - October 30
November 2 - November 30
(Many sick days and a few substitutes)
January 18 - February 12
So, this job appears to be cursed. I do not believe it is me, but it could be. Am I that intense? Possibly, but they only work with me ~2.5 hours/day.
Did I mention I had oral surgery to remove a cyst from my jaw/sinus last Thursday, took 3 sick days and the weekend and came back to hell yesterday and another resignation today?
How do you hold it together so you don't snap at the children?
