(This is another entry transcribed from an old and forgotten journal that I rediscovered as I was cleaning out my classroom.)
From August 12, 2010:
Another 10 to 11 hour workday, with more work to take home. Now I know why my teachers were so excited for Friday; when I was a student this always seemed strange to me. Maybe I thought of my teachers as robots.
The conversation with Blake about identity (and identity in Christ) is recurring in my thoughts, especially when I feel inadequate. I still don’t know how to teach for 104 minutes.
This is harder than I ever could have imagined.
“Expectations” are everywhere at this school. So much expectation, but no explicit direction. When I am a leader, I will not do this.[*] Directions must be stated; otherwise, the leadership looks incompetent—as if it knows what needs to be achieved, but not what needs to be done or how to do it.
* Of course, easier said than done.