Writing and blogging is something that I have enjoyed for.... decades. Middle school I used "clearlyconfused12" on open diary. Then there was xanga, myspace, and facebook notes. But I have been using blogger for several years now. But something that is always evident. I write when I am passionate about something.
Through the years the other obvious thing about my writing is that I had to be inspired and have time.
This time it's not that I lack content.
This time it's not that I am missing passion.
This time it's the fact that I do not feel like I have time to blog regularly.
I am exhausted. I am tired. I am hustling.
Every day there is new information, challenges, issues, or long list of tasks to tackle. But we survive.
We hustle.
The last few weeks I have been exploring more information about being culturally relevant in my teaching as well as developing positive relationships with students. It has been wonderful information and great reminders.
But I keep coming back to the fact that I can't do everything as well as I'd like, or as well as I use to....because of time.
So, we hustle.
I like to build relationships with my students every year. But this season is so different. Before , I wouldn't stress about helping a student, but now I to have to make sure masks are up, temperatures are taken, and desk are cleaned (just to name a few).
Hustle.
How am I supposed to develop relationships when students are in quarantine or are just anxious in general.
I need more time.
Hustle.
It's not fair to the students. It's not fair to the teachers.
On top of all of the new procedures, hurdles, list and risk, we have been facing a political season. This only heightened the anxiety and caused division for some. Politics only added a layer of confusion.
And what did I do. I kept showing students love and compassion, grace and mercy.
And as I try to keep calm, be a safe place, they don't see....
my hustle.
Students coming into classes with 3/4 of a year prior, and major digression is a challenge. Hopping from one need to another, switch tasking as fast as I can write the thought on a sticky note. Remembering to email one parent, call another, get a translator for a conference.
Hustle.
This last semester has been one for the books. I love my students just like I have any other year. We still crack jokes, get treats, discover their mathematical abilities. I am still told sad stories, tough truths, and worry about them as if they were my own children.
Hustling....
anyone else this tired?
I just need more time.
