Gone was the ability to go into my classroom on a Sunday to catch up. Gone was the ability to tolerate a staff meeting that ran over an extra fifteen minutes. Gone were the after-school hours to plan lessons and grade papers. Granted, I brought home at least two hours of work every afternoon, got about 5 hours of sleep a night, and was accused on the regular of being a workaholic, but I managed. When I was a lot younger, with no children of my own, I managed to pull off teaching middle school language arts well enough. I am not a teacher anymore because I know I couldn’t handle it if I tried.Īt one time, I was able to.

My thoughts are not well-organized right now, but I want to get them out, so I’m going to break them into eight loosely linked parts. So much worse than 2020, which should have easily held the title for “worst year ever” in every category, for a long, long time.īut for so many teachers the worst year is turning out to be this year, and that really grinds my gears, because it shouldn’t be.Įvery day I see a new post on social media from a different educator shouting at the top of their lungs on this topic, so what I’m going to say here is nothing new, but I’m hoping that if I add my voice to the very large chorus, maybe it will reach some new ears.

The 2021-22 school year is off and running, and what I’ve been hearing from teachers over and over, from every corner, is that this is the worst school year ever.

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