As much as I hate to admit it…
…everyone I complained to was right. Year two — the kids know me, they know what to expect. I know them, I know what to expect (and can anticipate issues and prevent them). In terms of the basic portion of my job, it is NOT THAT BAD.
Not “not that bad” enough that I would voluntarily stay in this job YET another year (reasons why I am working on grad school), but “not that bad” enough for me to tolerate the next eight-and-a-half months. And hey, there’s another bright side — already 1.5 months in!
I think my change of heart is my fifth-graders. The ones who sucked as fourth-graders, and in the first few weeks of this year, don’t suck nearly as much. Today was the first time I didn’t DREAD seeing the fifth-grade, and when they left I didn’t curse their very names.
I think I am having the most fun with the fourth- and third-grades.