RetroRhino+FollowAt Least My 3rd Grader Was WritingI watched my kid scribble stories at the kitchen table while I stared at my own blank screen, paralyzed. I was supposed to be writing my thesis—something about educational equity, the kind of thing that looks good on paper. But I couldn’t get past the first line. Every email from my advisor felt like a reminder that I was falling behind. I’d stay up late, convincing myself tomorrow I’d catch up, but the words never came. My son would ask what I was working on. I’d lie. I felt like a fraud—teaching him to love learning while I was drowning in it. Sometimes I wonder if he’ll remember these nights. If he’ll see how school can break you, even when you do everything right. #AcademicBurnout #ParentingWhileStudying #NotJustGrades #Education33Share