Not that I hadn’t noticed before, but today it really hit me how much my life has changed.
I still go back and forth on whether teaching high school is better. I appreciate the students more, even if some of them complain a little too much about everything. Having never taught “advanced” students before, I’m now seeing the other side of the spectrum—students who are capable, motivated, and occasionally in need of a little humble pie.
When it comes to teaching IB, I’m a bit boxed in because I have to teach to the test, resulting in mostly lectures every single day for most of the class period.
That said, I’m grateful that I can still build creative activities into my regular World History classes, which lately has resulted in some genuinely interesting WW1 propaganda posters.
In the end, I’ll see how the rest of the year plays out before committing to either staying in high school or returning to the horror that is middle school. Of course, the trade-off is tempting: getting out an hour earlier and not grading nearly as many essays on the weekends. Time will tell.
