One of the nicest things about this year, which I'm pretty sure I've mentioned before, is having some friends to eat lunch with.
And in this case, I definitely mean some friends older than 10! Two of my teammates are ladies, and we all eat together every day, and the male teacher usually comes in for 10 or 15 minutes at the end of lunch and chats.
Sometimes, after a day filled with other teachers telling all their wonderful things, I go home and think: pooh, I'm not sure I'm hitting the mark. But then I try to remember to say to myself,
one, yes, I am;
and two, these are relatively new teachers - I don't think it's all happiness and sunshine. I'm just a little more vocal about my failings.
And then the other day, the newbie teacher after she had talked about something she had done, said: Well, I don't know what I'm doing half the time. And the other gal teacher said: Neither do I.
What's the point? I wish we didn't feel like we had to make it sound like we always have everything together. Because I sure know I don't. I wish we could be a little more honest - that sometimes we hit the mark, and well, sometimes it doesn't go so well.