“Oppression”

The problem with loving your job.

Hello, I am back. Well, at least for this post.

Now, ever since I officially became a teacher I have found myself dedicating my craft to being a better teacher and though I have had my ups and downs, there has ultimately been that challenge to balance it all. ALL. OF. IT. Truly, how do teachers who have husbands and families of their own DO this job?! Big props to those teachers out there who just seem to get it done.

On the other hand, there is me: teacher/girlfriend/daughter/sister/aunt/great-aunt/friend/confidant…and all other jobs that come with me being me and under the teacher hat.

The problem is: I love my job. Yup. I think I love my career as a workaholic than anything else and unfortunately, that takes away from the people I love. I see this. I really do. Sometimes it is just enough to exist in the same room as the people that I love but in the back of my mind I am thinking of new ways to do this and do that, or how I messed up this and how I messed up that.

Don’t get me wrong, sometimes I AM able to be in the moment with friends and family, but this job can also be exhausting and sometimes I just need to sleep.

Oh, sleep. We are closing in on Winter Break and I just want to sleep. But in addition to updating grades, I have yet to decorate my Christmas tree or decorate the house or finish shopping.

See, so much to do, so little time and guess what I prioritize? My students, the grades, the assignments, the Final exam. Ugh. I forgot to make copies!

I love my job, I love my family and friends. Sometimes, in that order! Teaching is a tough job, we should get paid like that of many professionals, and definitely full of sacrifices of time, money, effort, and heart.

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