Just shake your head...

The spring semester before I took this job a first year teacher told me "Your first year is hell."

I shook my head and said to myself:
"Clearly, they just don't have the passion for teaching that I do. I'm sure it's not so bad, I'll be great at it and my students will love me."

Reality check:
33 students are failing my class, maybe ten of them will improve their grade.
I have one student who openly hates my guts.
I have about 15 more that probably do, but silently.
I get up at 5:30-when the sun isn't up yet.
Today, I left school (after watching a basketball game) at 8:00pm, when the sun was down.
For probably three of the six classes that I have, students dread coming because of the classroom management difficulties.
One of my students miscarried over the weekend.
I get the joy of dealing with parents and students who can't handle an A-
I have special education students frustrated to tears because they can't get it.
I graded papers for 2.5 hours today.
I have no idea what my lesson plan for tomorrow is

That's a kind of rough load to deal with, even for me, self-appointed "super women".

Somehow it will be alright, and I'll manage and the majority of my students will learn. (I hope)