As a teacher of Middle School and Year 12's, the difference between a 12 year old and an 18 year old is so vast, in terms of attitude, maturity level and focus on actual learning. After teaching for some years now, one of the greatest rewards is teaching a particular Year 7 student and observing her or him through to Year 12, and witnessing their personal, social and academic development. In most cases, the adolescent process is always dramatic, but they get through it and become good human beings. The heart breaker's, are those, because of an array of circumstances, throw their education away, and one never hears from them ever again. Also very sad.
Some days are so terrible for a variety of reasons, that I drive home thinking that I'm in the wrong profession and become depressed. Other day's, however, when seeing a little face brighten because they have really learned something, is priceless.
Today was a bad day. Tomorrow will be better.
Listened to Beethoven's "The Napoleon Concerto" on the way to school today, a lovely piece, and one that is a perfect piece of music to hear before the chaos of highschool. Because, as always, once walking through those doors, one cannot help but hit the ground running, never letting up until the last bell rings.
My editing of the novel has slowed but will catch up on the weekend.
Spring rain over the last two day's causing the air to smell of heaven.
Emotional State: Tired & Hopeful.
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