But overall, it's a heck of a lot easier.
My job is fairly easy. This is mostly due to the natural compliance of most elementary school students, and having a very intelligent, hard-working, dedicated para. I am lucky. As a special ed teacher, I don't expect spectacular behavior, just the willingness to get back on track when redirected for the 25th time that day (or hour). After all, I am expected to teach "the Common Core", too, even though I am part of the marginalized "special" teachers at this school.
It's so much easier to just wave bye-bye at 6:30 a.m. and skip off to my job (or rather carpool the long hour to get to the small town with suspect water). It's easier to let someone else deal with the nitty gritty of raising two little boys-the dirt, the mess, the screaming, the shrieking noises, the meals, the carseats). It's easier to not have to deal with the mess of the house until five or so.
But my purpose in life has been left in the dust... Sometimes I hear it calling, but I when I search around only the noise of daily life is there.
Guess I am just your every day average American, living on credit (we still need student loans to pay childcare costs) and and self-soothing with television.
I don't even know how I feel about that. Numbness ain't that bad, folks:o)!
Actually, I had sooooo much more to say, but edited it, because frankly, feelings are fleeting and what pulls today, abandons tomorrow.
Happy Saturday! Now that I realized I actually don't have money for craft fairs and shopping, I am not quite sure what to do today.. Park? I should work on my master's crap. Yeah, I don't think so either. That's what the last minute is FOR, right?;o).
My job is fairly easy. This is mostly due to the natural compliance of most elementary school students, and having a very intelligent, hard-working, dedicated para. I am lucky. As a special ed teacher, I don't expect spectacular behavior, just the willingness to get back on track when redirected for the 25th time that day (or hour). After all, I am expected to teach "the Common Core", too, even though I am part of the marginalized "special" teachers at this school.
It's so much easier to just wave bye-bye at 6:30 a.m. and skip off to my job (or rather carpool the long hour to get to the small town with suspect water). It's easier to let someone else deal with the nitty gritty of raising two little boys-the dirt, the mess, the screaming, the shrieking noises, the meals, the carseats). It's easier to not have to deal with the mess of the house until five or so.
But my purpose in life has been left in the dust... Sometimes I hear it calling, but I when I search around only the noise of daily life is there.
Guess I am just your every day average American, living on credit (we still need student loans to pay childcare costs) and and self-soothing with television.
I don't even know how I feel about that. Numbness ain't that bad, folks:o)!
Actually, I had sooooo much more to say, but edited it, because frankly, feelings are fleeting and what pulls today, abandons tomorrow.
Happy Saturday! Now that I realized I actually don't have money for craft fairs and shopping, I am not quite sure what to do today.. Park? I should work on my master's crap. Yeah, I don't think so either. That's what the last minute is FOR, right?;o).
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