05/26/2022
Year Seven 🤍
I think it’s fair to say that most of us were not expecting this year to turn out how it did. After two years of pandemic teaching, a majority of us probably thought the worst was behind us. But this school year was HARD. Maybe even harder than the last two combined? I’m not sure.
On one hand, for me, I feel like I finally found my dream school this year. Changing schools/grades is never easy, but I’m so glad I did. My administrators, teammates, and school community are absolutely amazing. They truly do everything in their power to make things easier for us. And I’m so thankful for that.
On the other hand, even though I’m at a great school, I still seriously struggled with the profession this year.
And I know I’m not alone in that.
There are some major problems with our system. Nationwide. Problems that were around before the pandemic, but problems made worse by the compounding exhaustion of the last several years. And then you add in this last week and the tragedy in Uvalde… well, there’s honestly no words.
And so I think, for reasons outside of our control, this school year ended up being a year of survival. Doing what we could, with what we had. And I think sometimes when you are “just surviving” it’s easy to feel like what you’re doing doesn’t matter or to feel like because you’re taking it day by day that you aren’t doing “enough.” But I don’t think that’s true. If anything I think what you are able to do in those moments, matters even more.
We were placed in our schools, with our students, this specific year to make an impact with what we had at the time. Not any more. Not any less.
Sure, maybe this year wasn’t what we all thought it would be. Maybe you’ve had to make some really tough decisions. Maybe you are still making some tough decisions. No matter how your year turned out or how your year is ending, you did it. You’ve done enough. You’ve made an impact. You finished. And you should be proud. 🤍
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