Procrastination is not to blame for my nearly 6 week absence from these words. On the contrary, I've been busy as hell--drowning in grading and planning like a first year teacher. Sadly, I feel as floundery as a first year teacher, too. (Yes, floundery not floundering. I don't care if it's not a word. Just consider me like Shakespeare--or better yet, Chaucer.)
No, procrastination is not to blame. Instead, my floundery classroom esteem keeps me encumbered, preoccupying my thoughts and my words, stealing my prose, and thusly my confidence. Leaving me to wonder: have I climaxed? have I experienced everything that a profession in public education has to offer me? is it time to move on to....to what....collegiate....private sector......life of crime?
Loyal readers of the teaching profession, I seek your advice about this current woebegone phase of my career. Please share your tales of triumph or tragedy. (Though I prefer triumph. As I am not well suited for a life of crime, I hope to learn that feeling floundery is normal, even in the 13th year.)
Til it be morrow...