And neither do I.
And in other news, I feel awful. Physically Awful. Maybe it’s because I’m choking on my own rage. (I know, that’s not news.)
I am amazed at the blanket assumptions that are made on a daily basis. (I am speaking of a specific incident, yet having to use generalities because if i start raging rages and naming names it would be disadvantageous.)
I’m not sure why I care or bother anymore.
There is at least one student for whom I am trying to hold it together. By it, I mean my frazzled nerves and dented psyche.
This is not a new feeling. I have been an arts educator for oh, twenty years or so. The battle never really changes, the battleground does.
I don’t know why the personal, thinly veiled insults are bothering me today.
It should be enough to know that I am smart and qualified and dedicated and educated.
It should be.
Except when I spend all day trying to keep other people motivated when I’m trying to give a crap, it’s just not enough to know what I should..