March 2020 SOLC–Day 10
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I’m sitting with my Writing Group. Three prompts were offered up tonight. Not one of them is catching my interest. I simply sit here feeling tired. I rub my eyes, watch the pens of others move across the page, hear the productive click of their laptop keyboards. There’s nothing wrong with the prompts. Tonight I just can’t seem to find a way in. I’ve got nothing. As the saying sort of goes, “It’s not them, it’s me.”
People gripe and moan about February, but March just about does me in every year. It’s the month when report cards and parent teacher conferences crash in. It’s also the time when you start to worry about what you haven’t yet done for certain students. Especially those kids who got triaged to the back of the line–the ones who fly beneath the radar or whose needs are more subtle or at least less obviously demanding. So, beneath it all, Teacher Guilt flourishes. Then, it doesn’t help that the year’s supply of patience is also running low. In fact, I could relate only too well today when I overheard my colleague groan, “I could really use an epipen of patience right about now.”
Everyone is feeling overwhelmed and out of sorts.
This year, March feels even tougher than usual. It’s like a perfect storm with the regular components and then the rancid political climate, a potential pandemic, and Daylight Savings Time thrown in for good measure. You can’t even enjoy it when an unexpected gorgeous 60˚F day pops up, because it’s just an indication of how messed up the climate has become. It’s a toxic brew.
I remind myself that I’ll get through it. It’s just March. I’ve done it before and I’ll do it again. I also remember there’s much to be thankful for, and signs of spring and student growth abound.
But, as a previous colleague of mine used to say when things got tough, “A valium lick in the teacher’s room would go down really well these days.”