I've been struggling at work for months. Some of this is unprocessed trauma from trying to teach through Covid. Some is a continuing sense of disempowerment and that my voice is irrelevant. I have over two decades teaching experience at my school and my association with it goes back to 1982. I obviously care deeply about our mission.
I remember in the years of Abu Ghraib and Black Sites thinking that 9/11 broke something in us. We became a fearful nation. As we began to emerge from that, 2008 came and kneecapped us. We became a resentful nation. Then, as it looked like he might put Trump behind us, Covid came and disrupted everything. We became a traumatized nation.
None of this is good for our politics, obviously, but it's also just not good for us as people. I feel like I have an open wound that no one can see, but I can feel. I don't think, from my conversations and monitoring online discourse, that I am alone in this.
No idea what the solution would be. I was hoping Biden could come in and be boring, and we could go back to boring. But the world keeps ripping open our invisible wounds.
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