| | So, the weekends really mean something to me now. I have a brief 36 hour grace period to get myself mentally, emotionally, and physically prepared for another week of school. 19 8 year olds can be daunting to even the most brave of souls. But, they are good. I am good. You know, I love the fact that I am investing in children's lives and how my work means a lot in the long run, but the greatest thing that I am learning is that my job is still just that. A job. I can walk away at the end of the week and it won't bother me. It is cool.
So my school did have a carnival today. As my beautiful fiance described, "It smells like kid sweat, popcorn, and grape." Now that is living the high life.
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| | Posted 10/15/2005 10:53 PM - 8 views - 0 comments
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