tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6948308969181350551.post1001433570347794506..comments2023-10-09T04:12:02.460-07:00Comments on Paintbrush and Trigger: High school teacher mutteringsJennifer Sullivanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07407820860887051468noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6948308969181350551.post-32006992606740751612009-11-11T19:23:37.654-08:002009-11-11T19:23:37.654-08:00" A front line freak slogging through a swamp..." A front line freak slogging through a swamp of sensory cacophony for the opportunity to change a person for the good, forever."<br /><br />When you put it like that, John, my heart swells with a sliver of pride as well.<br /><br />I do love my job. I just get so exhausted at times. The students deserve the best and when I give that to them, I come home and collapse.Jennifer Sullivanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07407820860887051468noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6948308969181350551.post-80943804416464351662009-11-03T18:37:16.246-08:002009-11-03T18:37:16.246-08:00Hooray! I'm glad you've muttered your tho...Hooray! I'm glad you've muttered your thoughts about teaching high school, Jen. I agree, reading and writing to the end. I love the word "swamp" for most assessments. Some are almost so 1:1 it's perverse. <br /><br />I agree that thinking about teaching for the rest of my life fills me with dread, but I also take pride in the fact that I'm a trencher... a front line freak slogging through a swamp of sensory cacophony for the opportunity to change a person for the good, forever. Godbless!John Skarlhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11157605242316166475noreply@blogger.com