Usually, I write about my work on the farm. Since the topic of today’s Perceptive Perspective is labor, I thought I should capture my real job. It’s the one I struggle to get out of bed for in the morning and count down until the weekend arrives.
It’s the one I would walk away from without second thought if I won the lottery.
Don’t get me wrong, I do enjoy the actual work of teaching, but the career has become way too political, so much so that I feel like I have no control over my own classroom and criticism from every direction. Even though I have an orderly sign for my door, I feel most days like I’m spinning out of control.
One of the most integral parts of the classroom anymore is the computer. It is used for attendance, communicating with parents, keeping grades, sharing our lesson plans, showing video clips, webpages, and almost everything.
Of course sticky notes are vital to my job also. When the end of the day arrives, there is one thing that makes it all worth while.
Not really the lockers. I don’t have parental permission to show you all the students, so I’ll have to let the lockers stand in for their occupants: