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Thanks you Erin for your Blog. As a new teacher I need all the help I can get. I found your blog to do just that. Thanks again for your support and understanding.

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Thanks for the great post! It’s hard not to constantly think of the classroom, but a teacher definitely needs to concentrate on other subjects after working hours. Some good habits I’ve established are to grade all work before going home, and to place my mission statement where I could see it daily. To keep from becoming a burnout teacher, I focus on the positive and talk about the stressful parts with fellow colleagues. I’m going to share this post with friends and colleagues, it has great advice!
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Wonder Woman? Superman? We

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Wonder Woman? Superman? We only think we are. Teachers need to take care of themselves!

Currently: spec. ed in urban southeast MIchigan high school and upper ed.

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I will pass this on to my colleagues.

Currently: spec. ed in urban southeast MIchigan high school and upper ed.

Thanks for useful info.

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Thanks for useful info.

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Thank you Erin for such a great post. Funny, I was just talking to a colleague last night about balance and prioritizing "human needs." I noticed yesterday that I sat for most of the day glued to the computer screen! My colleague showed me this cool app called "Balanced" - https://itunes.apple.com/us/app/balanced-get-more-out-of-life/id63086875.... You basically can set some daily goals like: take a walk, drink water, laugh, take an inspiring picture, watch a TED talk, etc. It'll give you reminders to do it and you can track how much of it you actually do.

PS: I also started using Workflowy -- will let you know how it goes!

Teacher, Writer, and Artist

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Brood and ruin your mood. I finally got smart and learned that too-many cigars, brooding, and pondering for way too long every evening at home, was not the way to take the edge off what a teacher experiences. It was not the way to refresh. It’s exercise—open-mouth breathing, sweat-spewing, body-changing exercise.

That’s what ultimately does it. I started training for marathons and ran in a bunch of marathons and half-marathons and in those hard-core, military style obstacle course races, hoping not to get burned alive, electrocuted, or drown in creeks, lakes, or pools of mud or ice water. I boxed at the local Police Athletic League and got kicked around, but while I changed my body and teacher’s mind for the better. Some of my students caught on and asked why in the heck would I subject myself to all that. I never told them the real truth. But I did let them punch me in my stomach as hard as they wanted and anytime they wanted.

You can know your subject and teach it like an expert, but if you want to impress young scholars, let them punch you in the gut and enjoy the satisfaction of being their teacher-hero in the most unconventional way. This used to drive Lurlene crazy and she told me to stop but I never did. Old Burrell thought it was brilliant. At his old school, six or seven hundred years ago, he said he used to kick kids out of class by dragging them into the hall while they were still in their desks. That was back in the good ol’ days, he said, and parents thanked him for it.

Gut check. I got in trouble with Lurlene for something else, too, among one or two million other things. If a guy got in trouble in class, instead of kicking him out, I had him do twenty push-ups. Some of these kids were pretty good athletes and they would call my bluff. They’d pop off a quick twenty, and then crank their head up and look me right in the eye and ask for twenty more. One of these guys popped me in the gut one day, too. I kept it together for as long as I could, while I think I was lecturing about Abraham Lincoln or somebody, and then excused myself and went to the teacher’s bathroom to see if my liver had come out my navel. Actually, my left kidney came out my right ear.

This same fellow started hallucinating in class one day. He said there were black spiders all over the top of his desk. Everybody else in class craned their necks to see … nothing. I told him he was free to trot up to the school nurse’s office. He wouldn’t do it. He said he was going to Marine it out. He did. Classes lasted nearly two hours at this school and he Marined it out. With the thumb and the index finger of his right hand he pinched the heads of about one hundred spiders. Then he was okay.

I’m not hallucinating. When you put in a few years in different grades and in different subjects and with different kids at different schools, you will finally come to the conclusion that you’ve seen and heard it all. But you forget something over and over and over: there’s always the next class period.

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