Today I am left with more questions than conclusions about this profession.
I felt that film of anxiety that I thought I'd shed over break creep back over me.
It happens when I give students time to write and revise, and neither of those things really happen to the extent that I wish they would.
It happens when the student that I thought I had finally gotten to a good place with in terms of respect rolls her eyes in response to a direction.
It happens when the aide in my classroom whispers that she saw a student snap a photo of me.
I am not just trying to learn how to respond to these moments, but I'm trying to learn how to respond to them in a way that makes sense with who I am as a person.
It is exhausting.
But, when tomorrow arrives, I will have had those experiences.
My teacher reflexes will be one more step toward cat-like.