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.