Can't sleep, so I figured I'd get up and grade. My heart is troubled and I'm wishing I had done something else with my life other than teaching—at least in part. I have only ever wanted to teach, but more and more the joy of it is dissipating. Inevitably, someone is unhappy with our choices, dismayed by our supposed lack of judgement, and distraught over our expectations. I suppose that happens in any line of work, but when you work so hard to provide the best for students and people shoot down your efforts while hiding behind the statements of "teachers aren't paid enough, and I support teachers," you begin to wonder if it is all worth it. When will we feel the support we supposedly have from parents?