Teaching is a weird gig. One day, my students will have me turning grayER, the next they’ll be little angels, ready to learn. So they did bad on a quiz. I just wanted data from it to see what they knew (some of them? not so much). And now that has become the past.
We moved along. We laughed at their short-term memories. We told stories and things got better (at least for me). If a teacher can’t move past things, it’s going to be a tough year. It’s still going to be a tough year, but we’ll move forward.