Thursday, November 03, 2011
I’m decompensating. I am fulfilling everything ever said about me.
In my internship as a 6th grade Language Arts teacher, my parts have been out and I’ve lost time. My university supervisor has given me feedback regarding a comment he said I made to the students. It was a very demeaning, destructive comment. I have no recollection of saying anything so hurtful to my students.
He said, along with my cooperating teacher, that I can not handle stress, and I break down emotionally.
I could have saved them the paperwork. I already knew that.
It’s a hopeless situation. I don’t know how to handle stress. My reactions are reflexive. Always has been. Always will be..
And now, I’m facing my last semester of school. I don’t want to fall short of graduation by just one semester, but I honestly think I don’t have the ability to be a teacher. I don’t think there is any amount of cooperation I can establish among my parts to make teaching safe.
What devastates us so much is that we try twice as hard as other people but are only half as successful. We will never measure up. We will always be deficient.
I’m no longer a hero. How pathetic.