Moving on to Summer

I’ve been debating if this really IS the first weekend of summer since most of it was spent fretting over school and cleaning/packing up my classroom.  In the end, however, I decided it still counted because there would be no commute into school on Monday. I’ve stepped away from blogging for a variety of reasons but, in truth, I think it was stress and anxiety that caused most of the silence. This has been a tremendously difficult year and one that has left me reeling. I have been counting down to the end of school since January – and not in an exaggerated, dramatic way. I literally would not have made it through if I hadn’t kept my eye on the end of the 2016-2017 school year.

Any and every teacher will tell you that every year has its challenges, be it students or parents or curriculum. Rarely, do all three intersect. For me this year, they did. I had a class of 18 at the start of the year that had dropped to 15 by Christmas. Roughly half of my 15 were well below grade level although receiving weekly services, although the other half were barely at grade level or at the high end of grade level. I easily had seven different ability levels going on, along with parents who were, erm, challenging, unwelcoming, and a few, at times, perfectly fit the definition of a bully. Thursday and Friday were spent in tears. How’s that for the reality of teaching?

I’m looking forward rather than backward, and so I’m resurrecting this old blog.

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