One of my friends wrote today about how heavy things seem lately, and I thought I would second that thought.
The last week has been full, and I've been tired, worn down.
I've seen two students leave, been part of their leaving, and felt the weight of responsibility even though they, truly, are the ones responsible for their departure.
I've watched a student make a terrible mistake, listened too long to his attempts to justify or explain, and had to say no when asked to make an exception that would allow him to avoid the consequences, even though I know that those consequences may affect his life in significant ways.
And there's more.
And it's only Tuesday.
There's a weight of responsibility, a weight that comes of caring much, maybe too much. Of course, like I told Jess yesterday, it's the caring that makes the teaching really matter. But that doesn't make the load any lighter to bear.
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So do I make this a blog triple-play and post my own ideas on the weight of things?
I, too, have been feeling the heaviness. I'm hoping to stave off a full snap. I'm actually to the point where I don't care about certain things - a major departure from normal - and I don't know how I feel about an embrace of mediocrity in certain parts of my life.
Actually, no, that's not true. I don't like it one bit.
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