It's reassuring that this is still here.
I need somewhere to say things. Talking to Tristan and my sister is amazing. But I really don't know who to tell that I don't want to teach middle school anymore. My choir is a dumping ground. I have 60 kids in one class. 60.
High School is great. No complaints.

It seems it's time to retrain my brain to be the teacher I was - who didn't complain about circumstances but worked with and through them.
The teacher who didn't care that a kid as an IEP the size of Texas and just loved them anyway.

I only have a few more months before babies come to be a teacher for a while.

I hope I can find my love for this again.