I have a million posts in waiting that I just can't seem to get around to. I have to admit this semester is sort of kicking my a*%, in a refreshing and meaningful way. I love everything about my new job, especially my students. I'm already starting to feel that I'll miss them terribly come spring. They are my first crop of kids, and I know they'll be one of my favorites when I look back on the semester. But, I'm not going to lie, as a first semester educator I've been experiencing all the usual teacher ups and downs. Sometimes you're riding on a cloud--thinking "yeah, i think I'm making progress." Other days, you feel like a total failure and wonder if you've midread your true calling? Does this sound about right fellow teachers?
A family member and fellow teacher told me at the start of the semester, remember Andrea, your students will learn in spite of you. I hold on to that hope, because lord knows some days are not my A game :) Yesterday was a particularly down day-- no real reason--just me getting into my head too much. Today, on my way to work this song came on, and there is just something about Nina Simone that makes the whole world stop and give me a hug. I needed that :)
A hug to all of you :)
I love Nina Simone, especially when I'm sad. I think her singing takes the weight of sadness from me - if that makes sense. Tomorrow always comes and today always ends. Keep your chin up sweetie; I'm sure you are doing a much better job than you feel.
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I was just going to pester you on fb about posting! HI! I'm glad things are going well - though I imagine it would be tough to get in the groove.
ReplyDeleteSo, I just finished reading One Day by David Nicholls and he totally mocks girls who listen to Nina Simone. I was so shocked! I had no idea that it was cliche of young, white, educated women. Would you agree?
Hey hon, I'm catching up on your past posts and look forward to those many up your sleeve. If you haven't already and have a free moment check out "The Muses Are Heard" by Truman Capote, a hilarious piece of reportage about taking a production of Porgy and Bess to the soviet union in the 50s. Delight. Big hugs to you, love.
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