After a hectic morning, one of my favorite feelings at work is to eat an apple at lunch. I have no idea why, but it just feels refreshing and energizing, and I’m nearly ready to tackle the rest of the day by the end of it. Today, however, I didn’t have an apple in my lunch.
But I did have a bag of mini Twix.
As I sat at my desk and ate so many I made myself sick, I
started to realize, dang it’s been a minute since I’ve blogged. And what better thing to vent about than my
students during FCAT week?
To adequately describe my students this week is
impossible. I’d say it’s on par with
trying to describe a beautiful sunset over the ocean to a blind person. They are monsters. They are hateful, inconsiderate, and
mean. They are forced to take one test
and you’d think they were being signed up for boot camp. Before the test they have to talk to and say
goodbye to every person they’ve ever met, because a 70-minute test really
is the end of the world. But I know that it's important to them, and they're stressed out of their gourds. So I've been praying for and encouraging them like crazy.
...In between stuffing myself full of mini-chocolates.
Also, the big adventurous thing I did recently (aside from driving home by myself and finally getting to see my fam) was get a new tattoo. I've wanted it for awhile, and looking back on all of my adventures and accomplishments over the past few months, I finally felt I deserved it.
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On my right rib. (Pardon the side-boob) |
