I started teaching when I was 22. I believe my co-teacher was 51. Now, we’re both 54.
Never in my life have I done something this mentally and emotionally taxing. Everyday teaching in some schools is like a thousand years and sometimes it feels like you even jump backwards. Not only does my body hate me for the junk food and instant meals I shove into it, but the lack of fine tuning through exercise it used to get is sorely missed.
I find myself fighting the urge to yell at other people’s kids on weekends. Last night, I took my dog out and saw about 10 kids jumping the fence of an elementary school to play soccer in the parking lot. For a second, I thought about calling the police. “These damn kids, hopping fences and trying to play in the parking lot,” I thought to myself. Then I looked around and realized it was the only well lit, safe area to play. My younger self wouldn’t have cared. The 100 year old in my heart was furious. I drift between the two daily. Finding balance is a daily battle.
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