If I close my eyes, take a few deep breaths and think really hard, I can remember a time when my body wasn’t in full-time phlegm production, my desk didn’t have infinite piles or I felt really and truly rested. Being sick is the worst. The arduous beginning of the year teachery things are the worst. And I have yet to have an Urgent Care experience that doesn’t at some point have me crying quietly on the gurney. Thank goodness for antibiotics and friends who bring me saltines and gatorade.
Life is crazy right now. When I’m not draining gallons of snot from my sinuses, I am working a million hours getting everything settled and prepped and planned in my classroom. My students are noisy and restless and thoughtful and wonderful and I think that I am perhaps the luckiest girl in the world to have a job I love so much. Even if it is the root of my worsening insomnia.
But I do love it. I mean, today I got to play with paint-infused bubbles as we explored how we can manipulate bubbles to create various geometric shapes…Also great art!