Today was a hard teaching day.
Because teaching can be hard on so many days.
But when I feel like I’ve done everything I can think of, and more, to address the needs of my students and then I hit a wall with caregivers, it is even harder.
So, today was a hard day. Did I say that already?
I am exhausted.
I do what I need to do even if it isn’t always welcomed or applauded or recognized.
I do what I do and then students must do their part. They must meet me half way. I can’t do the learning for them. And neither can their caregivers.
Students must do this for themselves.
I provide the best environment I can with the best experiences I can create and then I need to get out of the way.
If I can reach just one student every year, then it will all have been worth it.
Still, today was a hard day.
Cross posted to The Two Writing Teachers March Slice of Life Story Challenge.
Elisa Waingort 
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