I’ve been full of anxiety through most of Winter Break. I never stopped thinking about school the entire time, and my standard “Sunday night woes” hit me hardcore on New Year’s Eve. Happy New Year?
We go back tomorrow for a teacher work day, and then get our kids Wednesday.
I feel like I just got strapped into a roller coaster and it has mounted a huge climb, and I’m hanging precariously at the top. Tomorrow it drops, and will continue its free fall for the next five months.
Went to the grocery store tonight and as I entered the store, I heard someone shouting my name (my teacher name).
I looked around and one of my students ran up to me and hugged me. It was pretty awesome, and I feel like it was a gift from God to see her. It definitely has decreased my stress about going back tomorrow, and is reminding me why I am going back.
Calmer now. Have missed my students.