I went into this year with a great attitude, truly. Make the best of things...that was the master plan. Well, I ran out of happy juice. State scores back. We suck. Parents. They're freaking crazy. I just love when they scream at me for things truly beyond my control. Nice. Very nice. I'm just over working so much harder than my students. I need more from them. I try so hard... And just all the other crazies...hallways, absolutely zero (okay, a "two" out of ten) communication within the school, surprise meeting after suprise meeting, the lack of necessary resources to teach. I could go on. Do I have it as bad as some fellow members? Nope. But that doesn't seem to help much when I'm unhappy with my circumstances. Am I still going to give my all? Yes. Do I still love the kids? Sigh...yes, I really do. Got to love them. Can I survive the year? Yeah. I will have many good days...but I do not like the thought of doing this in three years. I love my grade colleagues, though. So thankful for them. Otherwise... Vent over.