Wow, the last five weeks have been a whirlwind. Since August 13th I've been going non-stop trying to first get my room ready for the kids, then planning for the first week, and then finally flying by the seat of my pants every day because it's my first year.
I vowed to do all of these things during my first year teaching, and now I realize that I barely have time to get to bed let alone, keep a journal, work out daily, keep up with this blog and the thousands of other things I promised myself.
When they say that your first year is the hardest they aren't exaggerating. I'm burnt out and I feel as though I'm not doing my best teaching because the bottom line is, this is one of the hardest jobs on the planet. I'm supposed to be effectively meeting the needs of my 30 extremely wonderful students that are one 18 different reading levels, and some don't speak English. And I'm not complaining because the sense of fulfillment I have at the end of the day is overwhelming because of the love I have for my first class. But...I'm exhausted...haha and that's about all I can say.