So maybe I pulled all-nighters at Institute. Maybe I consistently spent eight hours a night working on one-hour lessons. Maybe I’m that slow-working obsessive-compulsive perfectionist who you never saw because I was, quite literally, working all the time. But at Institute, my lessons were aligned. They were thoughtful. They were structured. They had lots of built-in, purposeful practice, and they were made for learning. I didn’t have the management piece down, and that really hurt my babies—but if I’d gotten them to pay attention to the lessons I taught, I know they’d have learned like nobody’s business.
I need to spend hours planning. I need to work out how every transition is going to happen, exactly where and how I’m going to check for understanding, what I’m going to have them doing as I’m handing back quizzes, what exact words I’m going to say to them to make sure they understand what to do and when to do it. I NEED to spend that time. You can have your “balance,” your “good enough”—I can’t feel like this every day.