Some days you are just thrown into the flames and hope to make it out alive. That's what the first year of teaching is really comprised of: survival. It's not always bad, but it's not typical for it to be fantastic. You just get through each moment of each day and sit down at the end thankful to be where you are, knowing you're learning daily and loving what you do. And that's enough to get you through the never-ending work and the challenging moments with students (or without, for that matter...lesson-planning block's a good time...).
Alright, I feel better now that I got that off my chest.
On a completely different note, today was Squirt's first day getting to play with dog-friend Danny while I was at school. I got a text saying it was going well and a picture of my dog all snuggled up. What can I say? My little guy's a lover, not a fighter.
And this is how my dog has been all night:
I hear ya, little guy...I feel the same way.
Still have to try out some other ways to work through the no-barking thing, of course, but I'm glad my dog won't be miserable alone during the day now. Sounds like we might get to have Danny over to play this weekend, too, and it'll be fun.
Did I mention today was in the 70s? It was glorious. A great day for a long walk with friends of the canine and human variety.
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