Teaching is hard

Can I just tell you that my job is hard?
Not always in the--demanding, busy, hectic--way, but in other ways.

1. Emotional toll- last night i worried and fretted all evening about one of my students who is feeling depressed and having some emotional crapola going on. It seriously knotted up my guts! I feel like these kids are mine! My life! Heaven knows I can't stand them some days, but I'm really going to miss their crazy ideas, dreams, stories and laughs after school ends.

2. The loudness- I've never heard so much noise in my entire life....and I've been to several concerts and not been able to hear the next day. Maybe it's the shrillness of their tiny voices....?

3. The energy zap- I'm completely devoid of all energy when the day is done. Even (almost especially) on the days when the kids mostly conduct their own class, or work days. I just feel like I got hit by a bus, then flipped over it, fell off the back and landed on another friendly vehicle. I end up looking like this...

All this is fine and dandy but in the end, I do love my kids, I love being here every day and being a part of their lives. I love laughing with them (they think I'm funny!) and crying with them. I love their hairbrained ideas that lead to amazing projects, and I love their humanness.

Adults get less and less human, and less and less honest. Kids are always honest. It's safe to say I fit better here than in the real world. I'll just have to get over the hard stuff.