Pedagogy of the Depressed Or The Universe Speaks Through Steve Perry

Friends,

Last night, I had a hard time sleeping. I just fielded a couple emails from students with them expressing frustration about the difficulty of the fiction analysis assignment. And I graded the first batch of papers, and they were for the most part completely demoralizing. So, with all that, I came to a realization.

The only consistent feelings I've had with teaching is disappointment, frustration, and depression over my performance.

So, I was having a crisis on faith in myself as an educator, and why I'm even doing it in the first place, and wondering how people get past their own moments of complete doubt to restore their confidence and not just dwell on the negatives. I'm laying in bed, watching the hours click by, trying to sort all that out while worrying next about how many hours of sleep I'll get before my iPod alarm blows at 5:30 in the morning.

I drift off, with no resolution, just that all I can do is keep trying. Next thing I know, my iPod alarm cranks on and it's morning. The song:

Journey - Don't Stop Believing


Steve Perry, and the universe, I won't stop believing.

viva el mustache