Somehow, I made it.
I survived my first year of teaching.
In a year filled with new state regulations and expectations, 3x the allotted snow days for the school year, a fire, a random assortment of supervisors, and 4 classrooms for 5 classes, I survived.
I had veteran teachers saying repeatedly that they hadn’t been as exhausted as they’ve been this first year, and then look at me and ask how I’m still standing.
As the bracelets I gave my students say, “I survived Ms. Barbour’s class.” This is true for both them and for me as well.
We all survived my first year of teaching.
I’m in this weird state of exhaustion, and I probably won’t process my feelings until next week, but HOT DAMN! I did it.
Looks like I’m gonna make it after all.