OK, it is not over yet. In fact, I need to grade this stack of papers. I'm sorry for students that they had to do assignments every week, but now I am so sorry for myself that I need to grade their assignments. It's my fault.
During this term, my mood went up and down, from "Yeah, I kind of like interacting with this crowd of students. They are cute, aren't they?" to "I hate teaching. I spent a lot of time for the class, but they didn't show any interest!" Well, it was hard.
But today, in the very last class, some of my students gave me very nice comments (which they may not mean anything more than greeting). As you may know, I'm kind of a simpleton. So, I felt rewarded by their cute wording. I was like, "Oh, I love my students." OK, you are allowed to say, "What a simple person she is!"
Every veteran teacher tells me that teaching is hard, but at the same time, it is rewarding. They say, rewards usually come late, say, three years, five years, or ten years later. Well, I began to think they may be right.
But for the time being, no thank you for a teaching assignment. I need a break.