Am I being too needy or do I have a legitimate reason to feel this way?
Past two weeks, it is times like those that I kick myself I didn’t go away to school.
"no other girl could give me what she gives me."
Hate all the typos but cuteee
I just watched my bird Meeko pass away. It was the saddest thing ever to see. One minute he was breathing and the next just gone. It’s crazy to think about. It reminds you how fast life goes and to enjoy every minute.
R.I.P Meeko Bird. You were the best first pet ever, even though you hated me. We will miss you.
A reader explains why she is now working for an insurance company instead of leading a classroom.
It has hit me. My stress level has reached its high point. Let me break this down for you:
I get up at 7 am everyday to work a full time job I do NOT get paid for and work my ass off for.
I deal with children from 8-230 everyday. Although this seems easy reading picture books, teaching simple addition and subtraction, it is more than that. You are constantly having to use behavior management every second of the day, constantly changing your lesson because your kids arent focused and dealing with petty bullshit that frustrates you all day long. But when that student calls me in the class and says “Miss Losito, I need help.” For some reason it makes it all worthwhile.
After dealing with children all day, I have five classes to deal with that require their own shit.
I come home and work on things not only for class but for my cooperating teacher, this stupid certification test and much more.
I am emotionally, physically and mentally drained. All I want to do is sleep and I cant.
I have contemplated quitting but realized I have been through way too much stress and put so much time and effort into everything that I have done to throw it down the drain would be ridiculous.
The fact that I work so hard and I am so close to coming to the end makes me remember that the teaching field is horrible and there is no jobs. So now what?
My four years of college have not been filled with great stories, memories or endless nights of drinking but filled with stress, endless work and sacrifice. I have given up so much of my teen years to focus on my studies and deal with the struggles of living at home.
My life does not just consist of school, although I wish it did. Currently my days are filled with student teaching, 5 college classes, IGA once a week and oh wait babysitting when I can because I am draining my bank account that I have worked three hard years to get to a nice point that I like. My grandma not doing so well is the icing on the cake. I am taking it day by day and no I do not want to talk about it because it is just repetitive over and over.
All I know is that there better be a fucking pot of gold at the end of this road.