One of the worst years of my life was 2012.
That summer I trained for a job I didn’t really want. I then spent half a semester in that awful job wrecking myself emotionally and, through that, physically, just to get a check I could’ve gotten anywhere else.
The job was teaching middle school math, and I was the personification of every bad thing you’ve ever heard about first-year teachers. I was only in it for the short-term. I had no classroom management skills. I was teaching in an inner-city school with little or no experience working effectively with students from that community.