progress?
Well. Almost the end of another month. This month has seen a flurry of activity about NHS (I've said out loud at least twice this week to a coworker: "this job sucks," so even though the process went as smoothly as last year -- and more quickly! -- there are still some seriously unfun parts of it), a flurry of grading (and somehow still never enough of it gets done), a flurry of family fun around Thanksgiving (not sarcasm; it was really great to spend so much time with family). I'm also, of course, pumped about ND's perfect regular season -- and more so about the fact that the students think it's so fun to talk to me about it. (One girl has brought in both Sports Illustrated issues from this season that featured ND on the cover, which I think is awesome.)
I guess I never mentioned Kaydance's arrival, either -- but I have a new baby cousin. And that is awesome.
What I really wanted to say was just this: twice this week I've had conversations with students that have made me want to cry. And then I want to clarify: not because the students were rude or disrespectful or hateful, or because I was frustrated, but because I don't like it when students who I really like are so obviously miserable. It makes me unhappy.
I checked my old journal the other night, to see how long I'd been at this one. I don't have a count of how many entries I have here, though it's many, I'm sure, as this one is going on 6 years old. I might kill it, soon. Or at least put it to rest temporarily? I don't know.
I guess I never mentioned Kaydance's arrival, either -- but I have a new baby cousin. And that is awesome.
What I really wanted to say was just this: twice this week I've had conversations with students that have made me want to cry. And then I want to clarify: not because the students were rude or disrespectful or hateful, or because I was frustrated, but because I don't like it when students who I really like are so obviously miserable. It makes me unhappy.
I checked my old journal the other night, to see how long I'd been at this one. I don't have a count of how many entries I have here, though it's many, I'm sure, as this one is going on 6 years old. I might kill it, soon. Or at least put it to rest temporarily? I don't know.