The Good Type of Overwhelmed

The Good Type of Overwhelmed

Remember you will never be whelmed,

Even if it is or isn’t a word

During your student teaching.

You will be tired and can’t get out of bed some days

And others you’ll be eager to teach out this beautiful planned lesson

That the kids don’t respond to what-so-ever.

Your life will be a beautiful mess,

or so your dad will tell you

And your college loans will only go so far.

You’ll realize quickly the students who need too much attention

And the ones who actually need it.

Are always the exact opposite in personalities.

You’ll miss your fiancé, you’ll need surgery,

And your mom will forget your birthday

Even though it’s on the same day as hers.

Some things are tiny

Some things are small

But some things just need more attention than the daily reflection.

Keep your head strong

But your heart stronger

And remember, God loves you and so does your CT

On the good days.

And remember, if you’re overwhelmed, you’re doing it right.

Fast, no . . . Rough times at Ridgemont high

This week has been one of those weird weeks that always starts out strange because of an non-teaching inservice day. I always liked to think Martin Luther King Jr. would rather us be in school to observe his holiday but I leave my mouth shut to save myself from the prosecutors. I love teaching. I always have and I wanted to play teacher when I grew up and grade papers. Then I realized it wasn't all about grading papers and giving out A's and B's, and sometimes a dreaded C. Not in the real world. My desk has about 20x more things on it than I expected, I can't criticize the most drained student or teacher in the room, because it's probably me, and I can't always see the people sliding their phones out and texting behind their desk. I catch a few, here and there, but I can never seem to get the sneaky ones my CT finds behind me.
Chocolate and soda is beginning to infiltrate my desk space. I promised myself I'd eat better and get into shape then they found a tumor in my left ovary and removed half of my femininity. Not really, but that's how I feel. I can't work out because of my surgical openings and my CT spoils me with chocolate. I'm doomed I say, doomed! That's okay, I don't mind being doomed by chocolate.
Well it's time to write the classroom expectations on the board, close the laptop, and prepare for next hour. See you on the flip side, Ridgemont High!