To wake up a morning in dread, spend a day uncomfortable and on the verge of tears, then to have superior interactions with parents of my student affirming my place on this planet... Wow... emotional drain! I can't believe how I feel. I am needed and valued. I just wish that everyone knew it. Some parents make an extra special effort to ruin our days. Some make an extra special effort to make us feel loved. I hope the good out number the bad or I need to choose another profession. Back to school night has become a 10 minute campaign for support. I hope you all worked on your speeches. Some constituents already back you, trust you, love you... other are on the fence. Work hard to win the election. I think I won.
Note to self: Speak slower with annunciation... Minor detail!
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Wow - when you make me think about it like that - I'm glad I am not a teacher. The public that I deal with in my office, well, it's not someone you would really care to have appreciate you or like you. Such fun to work with the dregs of a society!
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