End of a year
This year has been absolutely crazy, personally and work-wise. I feel like I barely made it by and on most days I wanted to just stay in bed all day. But here I am, at work at 9:29 am on my last day before summer break and I am writing here. I am filling out progress reports and writing letters to parents about the kiddos that are leaving to kindergarten. I feel like a failure. A lot of my kiddos didn't meet their goals this progress report and that is killing me. I can do my best to justify why that was but when it comes down to it I was unable to support my kids like I wanted to. I was very busy testing kids for about every day for the last two months which did not leave me time to work on the goals that I wrote for my kids. I expected my staff to take the slack (especially since I told them that that was the expectation) and assist with my shortcomings. I was left to scramble for the last two weeks of school to work on