Pain

Hurting...hope it goes away soon.

Pain comes in so many colors, textures, forms. My friend told me recently how she used to cry when she was little after she had a really great day. She cried because she knew she would never get that moment in time back. Those flitting hours of happiness are gone before we're even able to grasp and comprehend them.

Going to have to get surgery on my foot this summer. Two months recovery... nothing but time for me to start work on my clay animation project and writing. Also into illustration. I remember once upon a time when I could draw. I was great at copying other people's work. That counts for something, no?

Can't believe there's only 3 more weeks of school left. That will conclude my 3rd year of teaching. I've been immensely happier this year at work. Not sure if I made any significant changes in my students' reading levels. According to the latest diagnostic, the answer to that question is a resounding no. Does that make me feel bad? Maybe in the past, it would have. Now? I question the validity of any testing as it is. I know I've challenged my students and given them work that some other teachers might not have. We've been working on Romeo and Juliet this month. It's been tough and-- can't not use this adjective-- painful. But their blogs are coming along.