Tired

It has been a long week. Last Tuesday I had my last (in a series) of incidents with a mentally unwell student whose favorite pastime is ranting against the establishment and, in the last instance, ranting against me and how I am a really really shitty teacher because I didn't teach her how to do proper citation technique for sociology papers.

I can't say too much about the situation or the student, but it was a definite low point in a semester that went -- in all other ways -- very well. But somehow I am letting this last bit of drama really get me down. It is the combination of endless hours of grading, pms, long to-do lists, and getting ready to leave town for several weeks. I feel tired and miserable. And now, I feel like a bad teacher.

And before anyone comments "oh, you are not a bad teacher Amy..." I should say that -- at the deep logical core of my self -- I know that I am not. But I know that it is a very emotionally difficult thing to have a student lambaste you in front of your entire class, and even more trying to process the consequences when simultaneously trying to grade four classes and complete your first-year retention portfolio. My mind is reeling, and I am one irritable chiquita. (poor, poor rhonda.)

All I really want is to curl up with a cup of tea, a good book, and spend a day not playing teacher/social worker/den mamma to the world!