Now that summer vacation is just about here (Wednesday will be students’ last day), I can breathe again and spend some of my deserved free time on reflection. My first year as a biology teacher was one of the most difficult things I’ve ever done. But I managed to survive.
My first reflection is on the difficult journey I had just to become a teacher. Head over to my personal Going Ape blog to read: Going through hell: how I earned the title of teacher.
This is a story about how my soul was crushed over and over. My dreams were repeatedly stomped on. My hope was destroyed, restored, and destroyed again. It’s a true story.
But don’t worry, it has a happy ending.
May the Brandon Haught, Teacher, story have many sequels!
Welcome to the trenches. I remember my first year and telling myself over and over again that I would not come back for a second year, we would move back to Colorado and I would go back to working as a geologist.
Well, I just finished year 26 teaching in Seminole county
Good for you, Brandon, congratulations.
Thanks, guys. I definitely will be back for another year. I’ve been told that the first year is the hardest and it gets better, at least a little bit, in subsequent years. I can only hope that’s right.
Right now I am figuring out what to do with my summer. I’ve never had so much time off before. Hopefully, it will make up for all the evenings and weekends I put in during the school year. I went for several months in the beginning of the year without taking a single day off from some type of school work. Exhausting.