I'm so glad to see a teacher who loves students and her calling. The teacher next door came home today - I was shovelling snow - She gave me a fatigued half wave. She hates her job. She reminds me of D H Lawrence's poem, Afternoon In School The Last Lesson:
When will the bell ring, and end this weariness?
How long have they tugged the leash, and strained apart
My pack of unruly hounds?
Oh, that poem is a gem!! I know quite a few teachers like that. Got to look for the joy in all to be a teacher. Kids feed off the negative. I find positive works better for my class. Thanks for the encouragement! Blessings!