The 2010-2011 school year should have been my best ever: I was teaching at the same campus for the sixth year, teaching all honors classes, and only had classes that I’d taught before.
But by the middle of second semester, I was worn out from constant frustration. A series of cheating incidents had made me paranoid and angry, I had faced a massive outcry after raising expectations for late and missing work, and I had gone through several confrontational parent conferences due to both.
During Spring Break, though, I had resolved to make the best of it and restore my optimism. I was grateful for a lot of things about that job: I worked with great teachers and students, my leaders were generally supportive, and I loved the work I got to do. I decided to focus on the positive from there on out and make the last part of the year the best part.
Then school started again…