My eighth graders wiped me out yesterday. I know there is no cause in the matter of that statement. But there is clarity as to my path forward. I'm done with teaching. With my eighth graders, it's Meitzav drills and vocabulary quizzes from here on out.
The next ten words for them: disgruntled, disappointed, frustrating, frustrated, disappointing, unhappy, angry, tired, uninspired, uninspiring, draining, drained, disillusioned, disillusionment, disturbed, disturbing, exhausted, exhausting, ill-will, to harbor hatred in one's heart. I still can't count, but I can at least amuse myself.
I completely understand why a school master would want resort to physical punishment available. Of course, this also has me understand why it should not be.
In good news, I made my million meters last year. This is not much of an accomplishment for me, but it did require a little bit of a stretch toward the end of the year. I seem to recall that I've written already that this year will be two. I'll add minus 10 kilo. Our scale is good for giving me hope on this as it's completely wonky, and has had me there a few times already, but given that my clothes are not fitting any better, I think it's lying.
Anyway, I need to set myself up to go; so I'm closing down here. maybe I'll get in a little more before class starts.