The night before my first year of teaching, I was still sitting on my living room floor at 11:30 p.m., surrounded by construction paper, laminating pouches, and a pile of back to school activities I was convinced I had to have ready before my students walked through the door.
I remember looking around and thinking,
“How am I supposed to keep this up all year?”
The truth?
I wasn’t.
And I learned that lesson the hard way.

















