It's 8:30 pm.
Another mentally exhausting day.
I still have to plan for tomorrow.
But I really need to vent and this blog post needs to get from head to the screen in front of me.
Another crazy day. It's amazing how I classify how my day went, solely by how my last half hour went. I really tried to control myself today, tried to calm them down to a lower level of noise. But suddenly nothing was working.
Sigh.
I did my usual round of threatening - no fun, no vidoes, no games period. And the restlessness increased. Teaching is the true test and learning ground of patience. But that's easier to type than experience.
Yet, I can't wait to get back to class. To maybe try another behaviour strategy - I'm thinking a time wasting tracker. Or not.
The to-do list increases by the day, just don't feel like I'm not doing enough everyday. For someone who loves to plan, this is just a WHOLE new level.
Right now I'm just trying to keep my head above water.
Everyday.
Just the fact that I came back home to Mumma, who hugged me and told me she's proud of me, made it better.
Much.
Another mentally exhausting day.
I still have to plan for tomorrow.
But I really need to vent and this blog post needs to get from head to the screen in front of me.
Another crazy day. It's amazing how I classify how my day went, solely by how my last half hour went. I really tried to control myself today, tried to calm them down to a lower level of noise. But suddenly nothing was working.
Sigh.
I did my usual round of threatening - no fun, no vidoes, no games period. And the restlessness increased. Teaching is the true test and learning ground of patience. But that's easier to type than experience.
Yet, I can't wait to get back to class. To maybe try another behaviour strategy - I'm thinking a time wasting tracker. Or not.
The to-do list increases by the day, just don't feel like I'm not doing enough everyday. For someone who loves to plan, this is just a WHOLE new level.
Right now I'm just trying to keep my head above water.
Everyday.
Just the fact that I came back home to Mumma, who hugged me and told me she's proud of me, made it better.
Much.
1 comment:
Even though i know that you were venting out your frustration here, it was a beautiful thing to read.
~Respects
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