This year has been a tough one for me. It's Year Five, which is that mythical year that makes you or breaks you. I scoffed at this, thinking that I was beyond that.
I was not. There were points where I was willing to walk out and never return. Points where I was willing to quit the profession and move back in with my parents. But I got beyond that and have signed up for a Year Six.
All it takes is one student saying a kind word. Saying how much they appreciate the job I'm doing, or even just saying that I'm cool.
And so I've embraced the insanity.