Managing my time is hard.
Coming up with interesting, relevant, useful lessons is hard.
Going to meetings is hard.
Filling out paperwork is hard.
I want to do something easier.
I never get to the place where I articulate these things because
So yes, all of the parts of my job make living life hard - as do many parts of many people's jobs. I think it's a sign that something is truly worth doing if it is difficult and we do it anyway, with pride; if we care enough to put in the time it takes to make our jobs satisfying to ourselves and meaningful to others, that is valuable.
And here's the cool thing about those few days when I wake up in a state like this: At least one student somehow rocks my teacher world within a few hours. I've found an anonymous note saying my hair & smiley faces are awesome and that the writer admires my wit. A very reluctant/borderline contentious poetry student got engrossed in putting together a presentation of his Where I'm From poem, asking excitedly if he could use as background the picture of his house he got from Google Earth. A quiet girl made a point of telling me Technology is now her favorite class because I'm teaching it. Another girl whom I had reprimanded for stirring up drama later brought me a Keep Calm button for my bulletin board.
Then today, this exchange happened with a boy who loves the Philadelphia Eagles:
Him - Hey! The Cowboys won yesterday! [pause] I watched the game; I think the Giants are pretty crappy.
Me - I KNOW! It was a terrible game, but it was a win. Now we're tied with the Eagles' record!
Him - Yeah.
Me - But I wore green today, just for you. [I wear black if my team loses]
Him - Oh, and I'm wearing blue! Cool!
....then we have to start class, but that. It's exactly why I get out of bed, and forget about the stupid stuff.