New teacher burnout. I’m calling it a thing.
People have said, “You haven’t been doing this long enough to be tired”.
BUT I AM. I’m so tired.
All the newness has worn off. My energy has dwindled. And now, we’re here, deep in the trenches of the mid-semester doldrums and I am just. so. tired.
Teaching hormonal high schoolers is no joke, y’all. (Well, there is plenty of laughing involved. Lots, actually. Kids are funny! It’s just not easy. It’s not easy at all.)
So yeah. I’m tired. I’m not feeling quite as excited and energized as I did at the beginning.
But still–I’m happy to be a teacher.
Sure. I don’t always feel happy. But still I know I’m in the right place.
I’m happy to be a teacher because it’s wonderful to be a part of something. It’s a privilege to be a part of my students’ lives. And because I want to make a difference.
So even though I’m tired, I’m rallying (and drinking more coffee than I care to admit). God has placed me here. For such a time as this. I don’t want to waste it.
I may not be the best teacher my students have ever had. In fact, right now I’m SURE I’m not. I lose energy midweek. I get frustrated when they ask the same question for the millionth time. I get SO tired of asking them to be quiet. And my lessons definitely need some work. (hello, last minute Kuta worksheets). But I’m dang sure going to keep trying. I want to be a good teacher. Really bad. And I care about my students. I really do.
So for now, I’m calling that a win.
To all the new (and veteran!) teachers out there who have no idea what they’re doing but keep trying anyway, solidarity.