Right when I assign a paragraph response.

I used to think teaching would feel meaningful. But tonight, staring at a stack of unread essays, I just feel hollow. I assigned a paragraph response—simple, right? But every word I write in the feedback feels like a lie. I tell them to care about their work, to push themselves, but I’m running on fumes. I haven’t read a book for myself in months. I can’t remember the last time I finished grading before midnight. Sometimes I wonder if they see through me. If they know I’m barely holding it together, that I’m just as lost as they are. Maybe more. #TeacherBurnout #ImposterSyndrome #EducationReality #Education