Today I’m feeling as happy and content as Max the last time I was at my mom’s and I let him lay on the actual couch.
After 2 years of being the nomad English teacher, I have one classroom next year.
My first year of teaching, I had 4.
My second year of teaching, I had 3.
Now, I have 1.
A new teacher (OMG I’m not a newbie anymore!) will be essentially taking over what my schedule was like and floating in between my classroom (that sounds so weird to say!!), the classroom I shared for the past 2 years, and another classroom.
This is so strange, beautiful, and glorious all at once. Now, excuse me while I go stalk Pinterest for classroom decorating ideas…