when the kids come back. Last year was chaotic at best. I was tense when the year started. We didn't know then that I had health issues that were making it hard for me to deal. I assumed it was related to a particularly rough group of kids. I cried a lot, caught every cold or infection that walked into my classroom, and missed a bunch of work. I seriously considered that my second year of teaching may be my last. Then a smart doctor caught what my own PCP had not: my gallbladder was functioning at about 14%. This may or may not seem like much of a big deal to anyone reading this...but I will tell you, when your immune system is suppressed due to ongoing inflammation and then you can't eat because of nausea, it becomes a HUGE deal. I had surgery, the year was slightly better.
This year I am focused. The kids are great. I feel peaceful in my classroom; even though I am painfully disorganized. That doesn't change from personal life to professional life, sadly. Ah well, I can live with it. I've done so for a very long time.
I'd like to post more here, but I probably won't. My days call me away to focus on other people's words. This year my eighth graders love to write...it makes me feel wonderful to type that. I also won't be writing much more here because I have already been neglecting friends, both near and far, that I love. It isn't that this blog takes time (three entries prove that)it's just that I often don't remember it exists. *sigh*
Off to play with cats, grocery shop and get ready for a birthday party for an 87 year old Grandpa.
