I broke down on Tuesday. Cried. Tons of kids saw me. I had the brutal realization that I am not a teacher. I feel like I'm not connected to many of them, don't have good procedures, and they're not learning. Also, I don't know how to plan, grade, or do really anything.
And to top it off, I had lost my rhymepad. Everything in it--from tattoo sketches, to rhymes from immediately post-Phyllis to now, to vacation details, to Scion quotes, gone. And for the last month, it had been keeping me sane.
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