Being a teacher means being a lot of things. It means being a guidance counselor, a mentor, a proficient multi-tasker, a confidante, a shoulder, a parent, a sister (or brother), a reality check…I could go on and on. Perhaps soon I will, in a more studied and heartfelt fashion.
However, for today, being a teacher means grading papers at Panera. Yep, that’s right. That’s where I am. Just took a short break to write this because it was on my mind. That is all.
Until next time!
I’ve been remiss in my posting, I admit – but it’s that time of year. The time of year when I’m buried in research papers to grade, as well as essay questions from tests, and I cannot keep my head above water professionally, so of course everything else suffers – including the cleanliness of my house.
Naturally, I have to make sacrifices, and needless to say, until I get my grading under control, my examination of Jane Austen is on a bit of a hiatus. Mansfield Park still rests on my bedside shelf, but by the time I make it there every night I am too mentally exhausted to pick it up.
I’ll pick back up on my reading, analysis, and writing soon – like I said, when I have my grading under control.