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The more I think about it, the more I realize my school is really the Island of Misfit Toys. I wonder who I am.
I know I have put off writing a letter to an old friend, showing what I have done with my credentials. I have avoided looking for another position. I talk about going back to school and I complain about the economy.
Or is it that I know I am broken as well and working where I need to be?
I think I could do better with an organized, nurturing administration (wouldn't everyone). Maybe my students would do better with an organized nurturing teacher.
The 10% I cannot change are driving me away from the 90% who try. Why do I keep letting them win?