No one ever told me -- ever knew -- that being a teacher today might require me to kill an active shooter. To triage a suicidal student. To teach amidst a pandemic. Yet this is what we are asked to do.
It's hard being cooped up for weeks at a time. It's hard not seeing my students. It's hard having so much out of my control -- and not knowing when it will end. We need to normalize being human before we can optimize being human — owning that this is hard.