It's the end of the first semester I haven't taught since I started teaching in fall of '03 as a graduate teaching assistant.
When I first started teaching, I loved it. I loved helping students go from terrified of writing to kind of taking for granted that they'd be able to do it, and do it well. I didn't think I'd ever stop loving it.
I was wrong. I don't know exactly when it happened, but at some point, I just...stopped enjoying it. I'm not sure when, so it had to have been a gradual process. I can't even put my finger on where I started to hate it, even.
It wasn't just the grading. I always hated that. I came to hate student attitudes toward classes, professors, and each other.
I am glad to be off campus. Literally the only thing I miss about teaching is the paycheck. And I may be able to eventually replace that income by writing (even if I'm not holding my breath).
This post was brought to you by Facebook's ridiculous "your memories" suggested posts, and the post about turning in final grades last spring.
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