I’m super grateful for a supportive school community. I’ve had people give me supplies, lessons, and my dept lead has pulled my butt out of the fire a few times.
I’m grateful that even though I have 6 class sections, they’re all the same grade to prep for. Some of my colleagues have 2 or even 3. Ouch.
I’m grateful for good kids. They’re a handful, but they’re 6th graders… they’re kind of supposed to be. They are energetic and talkative and scatterbrained and irresponsible… so yeah, they’re right where 11 and 12 year olds should be. But they’re GOOD kids. Kids that still, in general, respect adults and want to do well. Kids that give me hugs and ask me what my favorite color is on any given day so they know what color to make the happy little doodles they give me.
I’m grateful to be in grad school, even if it makes me just a little manic sometimes.
Silver Tides 