Each morning I would sit in my car, the motor running, listening to ZM chatter while I breathed deeply, scared to start my day.

Staring at the looming school building I would will myself to get enough motivation and passion to get through another day.

The moment my car door opened and my feet hit the ground, until I lay my head on my pillow at night, teaching would consume my day.


I'm 37, a mother of two young children and until recently a permanent part-time teacher at a local high school.

I temporarily resigned from teaching at the