The last three days (in Haiku)

Wednesday
Consultation day
Please help me with this student
I need ideas

Thursday
Meaningless workshop
Is she really crocheting?
That's a lot of nerve

Another meeting
My head is spinning around
How long will this last?

Friday
No windows at school
Power outage eighth hour
Thankful it's over

Talking me down

Let me first start by saying that I love working with my students.  Every single one of them (even when its hard).  I am proud that I, instead of just talking about making a change and adding a certification, I actually did.  That being said, it has been a tough row to hoe for me.  The nights when I cry outweigh the ones when I celebrate (by about 5:1).  My DH and I have had serious conversations about what next year holds.  On one hand I love a good challenge.  On the other I love my old school where I actually had friends and was moderately successful.  I had pretty much decided that maybe this change wasn't for me, after all.  Until I got a note that said I was truly helping my students find their voice.  It instantly reduced me to tears.  It was just what I needed to hear not only because it was encouraging, but also because it reminded me that this job is so not about me.

Jeopardy

There's something that I kind of keep under wraps about myself (I know it is hard to believe that as I have a blog and all).  But I make up scenarios in my mind all the time.  Like today...in my head it went a little something like this

Me:  I'll take "Things that can't end soon enough" for $1000, Alex
Alex:  A merry yule will come to all school participants after seeing this number of sunrises.
Me:  What is 8?
Alex:  And Frau M. maintains control of the board as we go into Final Jeopardy. (I always win in my head)

That's right 8 more predawn commutes until break!  Technically, it is only 7 1/2 more days of school as the last one is an early release.  I am just as excited as the kids.  Not so much for the mountains of paperwork that await me upon my return, but for the leisurely days of getting up without the "help" of my trusty alarm clock.  Here's hoping that the days go as quickly as sugary sweets on the lounge table.