Wednesday, March 11, 2015

That first-year teacher life.

There was this one time when I was on campus taking classes.
Back when I would stay up all hours of the night and not even care.
When I would go to the library for hours.
There was this one time I felt like a college student.

Now I don't.
I'm surrounding by kids that I call "my students" and "my kids."
I want to crawl in bed at 9:30 sometimes and I don't even care.
Now I go by the name of "Teacher," "Ms. Thorpe," "MT," "you," and pretty much anything but my actual name.

Somedays I hate it.
I cry, but I usually laugh a lot more.
I'm getting pretty good at my "teacher voice" and my "teacher look."
Somedays I'm ready to quit and go get a 9 to 5 job because it would be easier.

There are a lot of things that you could call teaching. And I've probably called it most of them, the good, the bad, and the ugly. At the end of the day, teaching is awesome.
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