Yesterday was a pretty good day. I thought that maybe I've been exaggerating how tough the bad days are. I started to think that I can keep doing this. I love this.
Then I have a day like today. There wasn't even one defining moment, just the fact that the kids' behaviors are totally out of my control. Horseplaying, leaving class, running in the hall, blurting out, playing on their computers instead of working, calling each other games... It's constant and I am absolutely unable to get a handle on it. It makes me feel impotent. Weak. Frustrated. Crazy. Exhausted. Like a failure.
It's so hard to give myself more grace, more patience, more compassion, but I've got no shortage of opportunities to practice.