If you would have told me on Monday that I would leave school on Wednesday feeling *good* about things, I would have laughed in your face. But here we are.

Teaching can give me metaphorical whiplash: one day can be terrible and I leave feeling like I’m the worst teacher in the world, the next day I leave beaming from the conversations I had with students who hated me just the day before. Today was one positive interaction after another; a student who worked so hard on a paper and got an amazing grade on it and felt super proud, a student who stayed after to work on things and we talked about food and college options (and she told me to suck it up and get my shit done, which is good advice to both of us – we worked until 4:45). I even got a kid who is typically cranky first thing in the morning to LAUGH with me!

This has been a tough trimester, mainly because I don’t feel like I have enough time to do my job effectively. I have so many things I want to do for my classes and never enough time.

I have a million things swirling in my mind (like usual). Today was a good day. I’m going to take that and cherish it and work REALLY hard to remember this when I have a tough day. I’m getting better.