There are moments where the weight of my 23 students feels too much because I agonize over their well-being, academic and otherwise. Today, I could feel the muscles in my shoulders tense as I graded each question and felt my energy drain from the disappointment. Not disappointment in them, an overwhelming disappointment in myself.
Teaching is not for the faint of heart. There are times, like today, where you question your own ability, you question whether or not you did enough for them. Even though I finished grading hours ago, I can’t shake this feeling, I can’t stop thinking about why they had not succeeded like I had expected. I know that these are the moments where you see what you are made of, you see how well you can bounce back.
Tomorrow is a new day, a day to be better for them, all twenty-three.