Each day I enter the school with confidence and
determination. I have done this
job for 17 years. I know what to do.
Each day I step into my office ready to take on the pile of
work I left yesterday and I am ready for the new challenges that will reach me on
the phone… in a report… from a parent… from a teacher or a co-worker….from a
small, distorted voice in the hall. I look forward to working with my students.
Each day I have a
plan- Each day I am ready to teach
Each day I pray that
I will make a difference
Lately, each day is harder than the one before…
I feel less confident that I will finish yesterday’s tasks
I feel less determination to take on new challenges
I feel over-whelmed by the phone
Reports
Parents
Teachers
Coworkers
I wonder if the small, distorted voice in the hall really
needs me.
I am hit with realities at work I did not plan for
I have been told to expect a pink slip on Friday
I feel loss at my last “Jingle Bell Walk” and final “Spring Sing”
I have mountains of paperwork that have no meaning and no
value
I have less energy and feel I have less value-
expendable and easily replaced
It is an effort just to stay positive with
my students.
Each day I have a
plan- Each day I am ready to teach
Each day I pray that
I am making a difference
Now, I do tasks that used to be done by others because of
downsizing
I face changes in my expectations and of what my role is
I juggle mis-information given both on
purpose and by accident
There is no money to do things as they have been done before
I must count my copies and try to focus on today and my students
I wash my hands with generic, watered down dollar store soap
I shake my hands dry because there are no paper towels
There is fear and sadness and a strong smell of loss in the
air
Each day I have a
plan-Each day I am ready to teach
Each day I pray that
I have made a difference.
