Summer is almost here.

The weather is slowly getting nicer. Emphasis on the "slowly". It's coming along, though.
Eight more days of school. This year has literally flown by. It truly boggles my mind to know that I've completed two full years in my own classroom. Good job me! It's been so tough, but I knew I could do it. This year has it's own unique set of challenges. I'm tired out. My heart's desire is to do right by the students. I want to know that I've made a difference, that they've benefitted from being under my instruction for the last nine months. It's difficult when the results are not necessarily tangible. I just have to believe.

This graduate school stuff has also become a burden that is wearing me down. I keep telling myself that it will be worth it but I'd be lying if I said that I didn't doubt this some times. How will it be worth it? A little extra money? Yes, that's a good thing, though I feel like I've sacrificed so much of myself that I don't know if that will make up for it. I wonder why I can't ever seem to catch up. The work is never-ending. If it's not 3rd grade work it's grad school work. Non-stop.

I'll graduate next August. That sounds so incredibly far away. I really want to complain about that and it takes everything in me to step back and evaluate that statement with a heart of understanding and gratitude. Ugh.. but I will. I'm grateful that I have the mental capacity to not only attend Graduate school, but to excel. I'm grateful that I already have completed 5 classes.
I'm glad I'm getting this done as quickly as I can!

Well, Happy Memorial Day to all. I kicked but working hard this weekend. No fun for me. It does feel good to get stuff done, though. Let's see, Friday night I graded 20 Fairy Tales, Saturday morning I graded another 20. Saturday afternoon I read 3 Chapter for my Psych class and made up 15 questions, averaged grades for report cards, filled out report card comments, worked on a Powerpoint for a Wednesday presentation. Yeah! I worked hard!