I have spent the day diligently working. It felt good. It felt happy. It felt productive. For once, I didn't sit here fuming with resentment because I knew that no matter how hard I worked, I wasn't being adequately paid for it and I wasn't respected for doing it. It's amazing how demoralizing that kind of knowledge can be. But I am also feeling guilty for letting myself do a less-than-wonderful job prior to this. Not always, of course. I'm always ready for class, and I don't shortchange the students. But I'd stopped pushing myself to learn more, add more, be even better prepared. I was going through the motions, not caring because it didn't seem like anyone else cared. Now, I'm eager to make up for past mediocrity.
So back to work! Dr. S.
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