Oh, the Pressure!

It is March, almost April; two more months of school. That isn't a long time. I love, love, love the class I have, LOVE them. (Don't Bring Me Down just came on...wonderful-it will make sense in a minute). So it pains me, literally, I feel a stomach pain when I think about next year. I go to lunch and develop this gut wrenching pain because of the behavior of that class and because of the stories. Oh, the stories! The stories that have followed them for a long, long time. I feel the pressure. I am expected to fix this class and I literally stood in the boss's doorway and said, "I feel as though I am expected to fix these kids and that is a crazy expectation." Each passing day people tell me, "I can't wait until you get them next year. I am coming in your room for some comedy relief." Good gravy navy! I can't handle that kind of pressure. So, I have started praying-seriously-give me the guidance, give me the strength, give me the confidence. I feel a bit better just actually saying it out loud (or writing it). This week I have been heard saying, I am not coming to lunch anymore, I am not listening, you people are killing me, no way! I am going to start singing "Don't Bring Me Down!" Thanks for reading!