This has been a brutal week, and I’m simply hanging on for the weekend at this point. Teaching the dual enrollment courses is far more demanding than I had expected, and I feel more than a little overwhelmed by it. More than half my time and energy is spent on crowd control, and that is something I am simply not used to dealing with. Most of my teaching career has been spent with adult learners, and to tell the truth, I got spoiled by their eagerness to learn and willingness to do the work. Trying to adjust to high schoolers who want to spend each class having social time is draining.
On top of that, I’m trying to get settled back at my old place in Morristown and commuting back and forth from Morristown to Sevierville and then to Seymour and back. It’s almost too much, and I don’t know how long I can sustain this pace. The sad part is that many of my students have commented on the strain that’s showing.
Then, as if all that weren’t enough, I haven’t seen the boys for two months, and I miss them terribly. We still talk several nights a week, but that’s just not enough. I need hugs and kisses, rough-housing and wrestling, messes and more messes.
Well, that’s enough whining for one day.
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