Last math tests.
One more IEP.
Student progress reports.
Essay upon essay to grade.
The nine assignments I have to finish before the 31st to get the 3 credits want from this P-credit course.
Answering those emails.
I know little of this will matter come June 26th when the school year is finally done here in NYC, but right now they feel like everything. Right now I feel overwhelmed, while my students are anxiously awaiting summer as much, if not more, than we teachers are.
This May has been hard.
This school year has been hard.
Teaching under Trump has been hard.
Tomorrow is another day. And, next year is a new year. That’s pretty amazing, actually.
Those were wise words.
To June 26th.