Tomorrow I’ll talk football again, ahead of the draft. That talk may linger over the next few days, because there is much to talk about as of late in regards to that sport in particular. Tonight is really more about me just reflecting on the semester and how much time I have spent over the past year trying to figure out what I need to do in order to rekindle that flame for teaching. I love what I do, don’t get me wrong, but it felt like this was a low semester for me. I don’t want to blame the students, because I come into this with the expectation that nobody wants to be there. This time however, I felt like I wasn’t able to meet enough people where they were at or, honestly, provide content above and beyond expectations.
I taught enough to do the job and to get them through. I didn’t change minds or shape lives or turn lights on. I wasn’t that guy because I wasn’t feeling that guy within. I am the best when I am on top of my game and super excited about what is happening in the space, be it virtual or face to face. I didn’t feel that this year and I know it showed.
I know I need to get better and show it moving forward, or I will start to accept being ‘just ok’ as okay.