Another semester down. On the one hand, they are marks of victory, of triumph. I have overcome, and the world is a better place for it. It is a badge of honor I can show to people, and I feel that I become a little bit better at the job the longer I’m at it.
On the other hand, it feels like scratching a mark in a prison wall, and that is a horrible analogy to make with regards to teaching.
I want to make it like the first feeling again. I want that feeling of triumph back instead of weary sigh of survival.I wish I had more ideas on how to bring that feeling back.