Letter from my first grade student
I found the letter crumpled at the bottom of my bag, written in shaky pencil: "You are the best teacher." It should have felt like something. Instead, I just stared at it, numb.
All year, I’ve been showing up early, staying late, pretending I’m not exhausted. I tell myself it’s for the kids, but most days I’m just trying to keep my head above water—grading, lesson plans, meetings that never end. I don’t remember the last time I laughed in the classroom, or felt like I was actually teaching, not just surviving.
I keep the letter anyway. Proof that maybe I mattered, even if I don’t feel it. But some nights, I wonder if caring this much is just another way to burn out.
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