Text by Chase Mielke / It’s 4 a.m. I’ve struggled for the last hour to go to sleep. But, I can’t. Yet again, I am tossing and turning, unable to shut down my brain. Why? Because I am stressed about my students. Really stressed.
I’m so stressed that I can only think to write down what I really want to say - the real truth I’ve been needing to say - and vow to myself that I will let my students hear what I really think tomorrow.