It’s been a very long time since I’ve just sat and written something other than lesson plans. Most of my life has evolved into a revolution around school, my blog, or my latest website. I’ve neglected my own writing, which you would think isn’t true with a blog, but I’ve accomplished none of what I wish I could be accomplishing.
A month ago, I turned 24. Since then, I’ve been stressed. I’ve been worrying about V’s longer-than-expected recovery from surgery. I’ve been nervous for my students, who are taking a state test next week. They need the test to graduate, but only if they’re Juniors– next year, we get a different, more difficult state test to brainwash our students into being panicked over. The second semester of school finally began after being delayed due to our 10 snow days. Spring Break was essentially cancelled, and then this week it was sort of reinstated after the school year was extended by 3 days. I’m finding it stressful to balance the demands of planning for 4 different courses, yet relaxing since two of the courses are electives.
I’m not used to having a moment to myself to just breathe and write. Max is laying at my feet, licking the top of my foot and being a little weirdo. He’s also cuddling my feet in lieu of his stuffed animals, which is a tad bizarre, even for him. I am grateful to have him as my cuddle buddy though– he’s been my little guy for almost 11 years, and I wouldn’t trade his bizarre antics for anything else in the world.
This is literally one of the worst blogs I’ve ever written. It’s a long ramble, filled with half completed thoughts and mindlessly typed words. Much like my own mind lately, it’s all over the place. I need a few days of hibernation, and then maybe I can reconnect with my ten minutes of writing.