Basically a month has passed since I almost walked into my Principal’s office and called it quits.
Am I better? No.
Are my kids doing better? Debatable.
Is classroom management under control? Absolutely not.
Do I still get sick every day before work? Yes.
So why am I still here? I often believe it is due to my faith which I continue to turn to when everything else in KC is upside down. Most days I feel that I am in a room and the walls are closing in on all four sides. I’ve cried, a few times, this last month in front of my students. I have made pro/con lists, and financial budgets on how I could afford to resign, but I continue to pray that God will guide me and protect me so I can serve children you are so desperate for love and attention. Maybe telling my students I love them everyday will not increase their reading levels or math skills and close the achievement gap, but telling them I love them and hug them is the only thing that is helping me survive this commitment.