Not A Good Day

In fact, the past few days haven’t been the best.

My work overall with the students has been good. Still, I’ve felt cranky and aggravated. As I told a friend and colleague this afternoon who has noticed my crankiness and aggravation, and who cared enough to ask, I told him this: I feel as if I have to fix things, but, I can’t. I can’t fix a student’s learning disabilities, or his home life, or his depression. Yet, the school continues to admit more and more of these kids, and the ninth grade class seems especially ill-equipped on so many levels. So, what am I supposed to do, and, why isn’t anybody else losing sleep over these matters in the same way I am?

I also said something to someone that now I wish I had not said. Not because others disagreed with me, or because it caused some consternation, but, my having said what I did changed nothing. So, was it worth my putting myself “out there”? I cannot go into the matter any more than I have, except to say that it is the very reason I try to be incognegro at school.

I really do need to get a life. As I recall, I have a father who is recovering from a total hip replacement. I should be devoting my energies to that. He’s doing well, by the way.

Perhaps tomorrow, which is my birthday, will be better, and, perhaps the start of me having more of a life and worrying less about the things at school.