17 Emotions of being an Art Teacher

Overwhelmed at the  teetering pile of projects waiting to be graded.

 

Heartbroken at the sight of cracked, melted ceramics pieces as you open the lid to the kiln, now to break the news to the students.

 

Tired from explaining why art matters, and because you never get enough sleep….. Because…. All those projects, and sketchbooks, and posters, and art show

 

Blue , well you don’t feel blue, you realize that your hands are blue along with every other color of the rainbow, and your classes didn’t even paint today.

 

Elated when you find a white shirt in your closet that is actually still white, then you realize that it isn’t yours. ( it was exciting while it lasted)

 

Frustrated when you get back from a conference to see your sink overflowing with dirty paint brushes and water cups… really?

 

Ecstatic when the phone rings at 5:34am telling you that you have a 2hr delay, which means that you just might get your SLO’s written in time for the meeting with your principal.

 

Heartbroken when you read the email that one of your students has passed away. You put an x over your lesson plans and re-evaluate what really matters.

 

Anxious Because you just got an email from the principal that you’re being pulled into a budget meeting. You don’t have tenure, you’re the newest hire, and have no idea what you’re going to do if they cut your position.

 

Unsure When you stand in front of a class filled with teenagers refusing to stop talking and work.

 

Uneasy As you raise your voice to yell, attempting to be heard over the roar, and wonder what will happen if you can’t figure out how to get this class under control on your own.

 

Angry When you get an email from a parent, even worse, they’re a teacher, asking how in the world their child ( but implying any child) could get a B in Art?

 

Liberated When you start to type…. YOU WANT TO KNOW HOW YOUR CHILD GOT A B……

 

Deflated When you come to your senses, delete those wonderfully freeing, honest words, and replace them with, Thank you for your concern. I’d be happy to stay after school to discuss your child’s grade, and how they might improve in the future.

 

Infuriated When the principal tells you that you have to change the student’s grade.

 

Satisfied when you hear the sound of the wine pouring into the glass.

 

Drained When you realize it’s only Monday

 

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