I miss those Fridays.
My new Fridays are not casual, nor are they enjoyable. I don't love them anymore. Because Fridays are now a gathering of my week. A gathering of papers and correcting for the week. I took this picture after school today of my desk. I started laughing when I came back in from yard duty after school and looked down at the mess. At this point...I laugh, so I don't cry. This is my new Fridays. Thirty-six kids times six different subjects times two different grade levels. Exactly what time does Happy Hour start and why am I not there more often?
Someone asked me the other day how I am doing. I said I am doing fine. I drink more now, but I am fine. If I am successful this year...and by successful I mean I do not enter a twelve step program by the end of the year...I will look back and remember what a fantastic class I had this year. I have twenty-five fantastic fifth graders and eleven fantastic sixth graders. I'm a lucky girl.