A very bipolar feeling.

I have been feeling very hung out to dry at work as of late. Nothing major, and I still love working in my classroom, with the people I work with, and the students who consume my life, but, whew!, what a week.

This week has been full of ups and downs: major behavioral meltdowns (I read the riot act more than once this week) accompanied by breakthrough moments (Seriously,kid, you understood the English social script about saying excuse me after passing gas? Bathroom humor is the universal language.).

This summer all of my grad school applications go out. For real. I can not stay in the position I am in at work and do all of the work that I do and stay unrecognized for it. It is time to suck up all the opportunities possible from this place I am in now and then move on.

This is a Dear John letter

Dear John,

I am updating due to your request. I know that I have been a less than stellar blogger as of late, but here I am now! So, Johnahandro, this post's for you!

Love, as always,
Me.

So folks, over a month later, the paper struggles have ended. The results? 21 pages and an A!!!! I am beyond thrilled. I had many weeks of not sleeping well, and dreams of various educational programs dancing through my head, and more than a few freak outs (Sorry, John).

The results of turning in the paper and receiving a grade that resulted in me yelling, "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHSORRYPEOPLELIVINGUPSTAIRSAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!!" has not exactly resulted in me relaxing but in me crashing. As of this moment I am fighting the urge to get in pajamas and go to bed. So hopefully I will be writing a little more in the future now that my fingers are not otherwise occupied by this ginormous paper. So until next time! :)