Stripped Away
This might be TMI, but I am sitting in a towel on my couch in my new married apartment trying to find something to relax my soul. I am three weeks into my first teaching job. I landed a position at Hillcrest High School in Midvale, UT. I commute an hour to work every morning and teach 9th, 9th honors, 10th, and 10th honors. You counted correctly, that's 4 preps. I am starting to wonder if I chose the hardest path I possibly could. If somehow I took the path that is all uphill. The path with traffic jams at 4pm and students that live in homeless shelters and come to school with more trauma than my behavior management plan is ready for. The path that includes a PLC that is falling apart as they bite each others' heads off. The path that leaves me crying on my way home nearly every day. Today I cried because I couldn't decide if the work that I am doing is really my best. Is there more I could be doing? Am I putting my energy into all the wrong things? Or am I not putting eno...
