I’m a 39-year-old teacher in a high school in Appalachia. Several years ago I was married and we were lucky enough to have a son we named Sam. Then I became single (not going into why). After a few months of crawling inside a bottle I decided to get my shit together and focus all of my efforts on being a decent human being and spend all of my time and effort to do the best job I can to raise my son. He’s now in 8th grade (7th grade during this story). I’m six feet tall about 175 pounds. I’m in good shape.
My school works with a (somewhat) local university. Each semester they send us a few student teachers. For those who don’t know, whenever you finish up an education degree, you don’t spend much time as a student the last semester. The school sets you up in a teaching position in the area you will be certified in to practice actual teaching. If you are worth anything at all, it’s highly stressful and extremely time consuming because it’s really a semester long job interview that can make or break you.