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Dear Diary,
Today was one of those days where I question every life decision that led me to both teaching science and voluntarily crawling around like a confused crab in a seagrass field.
The morning started innocently enough. I walked into class full of optimism, armed with my carefully planned lesson on ecosystems. Within five minutes, one student asked if seagrass was “just seaweed that gave up on life,” another wanted to know if fish get bored, and a third loudly announced that they themselves would thrive as a coral because they also “don’t move and eat whatever comes by.” Honestly, fair.
Somehow, I attempted to explain photosynthesis while simultaneously confiscating a paper airplane fleet that had escalated into a full-blown air force. At one point I turned around to write on the board, and when I turned back, half the class had disappeared under their desks “simulating benthic organisms.” I wish I were making this up.
Then came the field survey.
Ah yes. The glamorous life of a science educator.
Picture this: me, hunched over at a 90-degree angle for hours, squinting at seagrass like it personally offended me. My back slowly transforming into a question mark. Every step I took sank into the mud with a noise that sounded like the earth itself was judging me.
I spent a solid ten minutes arguing with what I thought was a rare specimen… only to realize it was my own shoelace. At another point, I tried to stand up too quickly and briefly saw my entire life flash before my eyes, which, incidentally, was just more seagrass.
The sun was relentless. The mud was clingy. The seagrass? Unbothered. Thriving. Mocking me, probably.
By the end of the survey, I had: Collected data, lost dignity, gained approximately 87 new back problems, developed an even deeper, personal relationship with lumbar pain
Returning home, I attempted to sit down and immediately made a noise that can only be described as a haunted door hinge. I am now walking like I’ve aged 40 years in one afternoon.
Would I do it all again? Unfortunately, yes.
Because nothing builds character quite like being outsmarted by both students and plants in the same day.
Yours in pain and questionable career choices,
Me.
Today was one of those days where I question every life decision that led me to both teaching science and voluntarily crawling around like a confused crab in a seagrass field.
The morning started innocently enough. I walked into class full of optimism, armed with my carefully planned lesson on ecosystems. Within five minutes, one student asked if seagrass was “just seaweed that gave up on life,” another wanted to know if fish get bored, and a third loudly announced that they themselves would thrive as a coral because they also “don’t move and eat whatever comes by.” Honestly, fair.
Somehow, I attempted to explain photosynthesis while simultaneously confiscating a paper airplane fleet that had escalated into a full-blown air force. At one point I turned around to write on the board, and when I turned back, half the class had disappeared under their desks “simulating benthic organisms.” I wish I were making this up.
Then came the field survey.
Ah yes. The glamorous life of a science educator.
Picture this: me, hunched over at a 90-degree angle for hours, squinting at seagrass like it personally offended me. My back slowly transforming into a question mark. Every step I took sank into the mud with a noise that sounded like the earth itself was judging me.
I spent a solid ten minutes arguing with what I thought was a rare specimen… only to realize it was my own shoelace. At another point, I tried to stand up too quickly and briefly saw my entire life flash before my eyes, which, incidentally, was just more seagrass.
The sun was relentless. The mud was clingy. The seagrass? Unbothered. Thriving. Mocking me, probably.
By the end of the survey, I had: Collected data, lost dignity, gained approximately 87 new back problems, developed an even deeper, personal relationship with lumbar pain
Returning home, I attempted to sit down and immediately made a noise that can only be described as a haunted door hinge. I am now walking like I’ve aged 40 years in one afternoon.
Would I do it all again? Unfortunately, yes.
Because nothing builds character quite like being outsmarted by both students and plants in the same day.
Yours in pain and questionable career choices,
Me.
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@bookerdana i can't recall i meant to nag him more but don't know if i did or not 😒
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