Hardest thing for me to grasp as an adult is you have to keep showing up no matter how you feel. You gotta do this shit sad, do it heartbroken, do it grieving, do it tired. Life doesn’t care, it waits for nobody, you just have to keep going
I promise you that if some parents were able to witness the behaviour some teachers have to manage on the daily, when the doors are closed, they wouldn’t be questioning the pay, the holidays or the amount of homework being set.