I vowed to myself I’d never teach again. I was burned out.
It wasn’t the under-the-desk texting. [Dude! Put your hands ON the desk!]
It wasn’t the pay. [Shit. I’ve done harder work for no money. See – ‘parenting’.]
It wasn’t the administration. [I had great bosses who hired me to do good work – and left me alone to do it.]
Simply: it was grading papers. UGH.
I’d poured gallons of ink onto many shitty papers.
Provided workshops. Asked questions.
Gave feedback and – yes – criticism.