There are only three weeks left of school but in my head it might as well be October. I haven’t dealt with this burned-out, nauseous-during-the-drive-to-school, counting-down-the-days state of mind since I was fresh out of Institute, coaching two sports, and lesson planning day by day. I’ve switched from trying to thrive and achieve exemplary results for my kids to simply trying to survive each day and make it to the next.
Quite frankly, it’s starting to break me down.
I’m getting frustrated with students, tired of seeing the same four walls every day, and unmotivated to put in the work needed to be an effective teacher.
Of course, the kids see that and they react negatively to it. They can tell when I’m not at my best and they respond to it by going wild. This, of course, frustrates me, makes me tired, and keeps me unmotivated to put in the work needed to be an effective teacher.
Cue the vicious cycle.
While three weeks might not seem like a lot of time, I’ve seen firsthand how slowly the hours can pass when you’re not satisfied with your job. I don’t want to dread 50 hours of the week for the rest of May and I don’t want to walk out of RMS for the last time of the year and feel merely glad to have survived it. I want more for myself and for my kids.
I simply don’t know what to do. I don’t know how to get that mojo back and make this final stretch of teaching a worthwhile experience.