The paradox of my life as a teacher is that I feel this work is killing me, yet I also love this work obsessively, with a kind of madness. I dream about teaching, and in my dreams I am sometimes a better teacher than I am in real life.
The paradox, too, is that I have never been better at teaching as I am now, yet my devotion to the work imperils my future in it. I am so thoroughly exhausted and heartbroken: at the system and its nonsense talk of standards and assessment, and at the society that has addicted our students to devices and then abandoned them.




