I write the dates everywhere. On the whiteboard, on the little board by the door, on Canvas, on handouts. I say them out loud, over and over, until my own voice starts to sound like static. Still, I get the same questions. “Wait, we had a quiz?” “I thought it was due at midnight.” Sometimes I want to scream. Not because they forget—because I remember what it’s like to walk through school half-awake, everything blending together, nothing sticking. I remember missing things that were right in front of me. Now I’m the one trying to hold it all together, and it feels like I’m shouting into a void. I wish I could make them care, or at least make them see. But some days, I’m not sure I see it either. Maybe we’re all just tired. Maybe none of this is getting through. #TeacherBurnout #AcademicOverload #NoOneListens #Education