Thursday, October 13, 2011

I wish I could cry and not end up looking horrid...

Before I vent, I need to say that I love my work.  That being said, I hate my job. This is one of the many times during the school year when I wonder which day I will keel over due to stress induced heart failure. If I could get up in the morning, go to school and teach children without the endless paper work (countless papers to grade, extensive curriculum to weed through and make sense of, detailed lesson plans to type and load onto the server, student success plans to write, intervention documentation to generate, differentiated instruction to develop, worried parents to sooth, keeping sick students from falling behind, etc.) the job would cease to be so stressful.  Double that with the concerns that I have about my parents, my children, grandchildren, and now dogs (poor D-Ray), there are times like now when I would just like to curl up in bed and cry until I feel better.  Unfortunately,  I work tomorrow and every time I cry my eyes turn bright red and swell to twice their normal size. Not only do my eyes transform, but my nose decides to turn into a tomato!  Neither of which seems to reduce anytime within a 24 hour period.  So, I will fight the tears and hope that when the weekend comes things feel a little less daunting. Maybe one of these days I will find a magic lamp with a genie inside.  One of my wishes will be to be able to cry and look pretty.

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

every school needs aids for teachers who focus on the paper work and frees the teacher to teach

The monkey bunch said...

Ah, sorry! Rob really wanted me to be a teacher and I realized a long time ago that wasn't for me! I'm glad you love your job, even though you hate it!