Honestly ...
I am ridiculously happy.
I caught my car engine on fire on the way up the road (it was jam packed with all of my worldly possessions), and then tried to put it out with my hands when blowing on it didn't work, so now I have burn wounds and scarring on my hands.
I changed my mind at the last minute at the paint store from a muted gold for my living room to a two tone bright yellow, and so now my living room looks like romper room.
If I don't leave school early enough, it takes me 1.5 hours to get home. That's 22 miles and an hour and a half.
I haven't unpacked anything, and I have worn the same five things for four weeks now (washing in between, yes).
I have to read four novels in their entirety and plan entire units before next Monday. Really, I should do it before tomorrow.
I decided mid-week last week that I don't want to be a mom afterall (meaning I don't want to be department chair for these needy, whiny children).
BUT, I am also back in the classroom ... TEACHING. I was told after my first lesson that I had a gift, and I have gotten better and better over the years.
It's like not believing you can ever fall in love again but it happens anyway. It's like skinny dipping by moonlight, slow dancing, running a river on a sunny fall day, and kissing someone for the first time--all wrapped up in one.
If you tell me you don't believe in magic, I'll show you my classroom.
I AM ridiculously happy.
I caught my car engine on fire on the way up the road (it was jam packed with all of my worldly possessions), and then tried to put it out with my hands when blowing on it didn't work, so now I have burn wounds and scarring on my hands.
I changed my mind at the last minute at the paint store from a muted gold for my living room to a two tone bright yellow, and so now my living room looks like romper room.
If I don't leave school early enough, it takes me 1.5 hours to get home. That's 22 miles and an hour and a half.
I haven't unpacked anything, and I have worn the same five things for four weeks now (washing in between, yes).
I have to read four novels in their entirety and plan entire units before next Monday. Really, I should do it before tomorrow.
I decided mid-week last week that I don't want to be a mom afterall (meaning I don't want to be department chair for these needy, whiny children).
BUT, I am also back in the classroom ... TEACHING. I was told after my first lesson that I had a gift, and I have gotten better and better over the years.
It's like not believing you can ever fall in love again but it happens anyway. It's like skinny dipping by moonlight, slow dancing, running a river on a sunny fall day, and kissing someone for the first time--all wrapped up in one.
If you tell me you don't believe in magic, I'll show you my classroom.
I AM ridiculously happy.