Rebuilding Rob

This week is teacher appreciation week. I’m right now, I just don’t really feel a lot appreciated. But for that matter, I don’t really feel a whole lot like a teacher either.

I’m not posting this bitching about my job. I’m very grateful to have a job and be painfully employed. There are a lot of people out there who are looking for work right now. There are a lot of people who are struggling. And while I may not be ruling in the dough I am getting by. So there’s that.

I guess my real problem is that I just don’t feel like a teacher right now. I took a job at the alternative school in my home school district, because I wanted to get my foot in the door at the district. I was hoping that working here this year I could parley listen to you getting a position in a “regular” middle or high school for next year.

My current position is relatively stress-free, I don’t create as many papers as I used to grade. I am not doing as much direct instruction as I used to do. I’m not teaching any novels at the moment, because our curriculum doesn’t provide for that. I just feel like a fraud. I feel like I’ve been phoning it in for the school year.

I took a pay cut this year on the hopes that I could bounce back professionally next year; take one step back to take two steps forward if you will. But I just feel like I’m spinning my proverbial wheels.

I’m in a funk right now. It doesn’t help that I haven’t been to the gym in almost a week. Like it or not, the gym has become part of my routine.

UPDATE: 10:38 PM:

As I was writing this post earlier today, and feeling really down in the dumps, I decided I was just going to take the initiative and combat some of the stuff I’m dealing with head- on. After work, I went my local hobby shop to sell some old collectibles. That temporarily addressed my money concerns.

Later in, I went to the gym tonight for the first time and nearly one week and I feel so much better now than I did when I woke up this morning. It’s just a completely different change in attitude and perspective.

I had a few things that were stressing me out. In turn, they were making me feel helpless and depressed. So I decided to take the initiative and do something about it. This isn’t anything new or ground-breaking. But I was able to get myself out of a hopeless mindset and put myself into a much better head-space. It’s amazing what a difference 12 hours can make.

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