Why am I donig this???

Last week was exhausting and aside from all the things I learned from it, I pretty much want to forget it.  I considered quitting...every single day and cried...a lot. 

I like to wake up, do a "check up from the neck up" and remind myself that today is a new day.  However, I could go through the motions but the second I walked through the doors my head would pound, my heart was beating in my throat and my stomach was stirring.  My stubbornness, not giving up mindset (pretty sure from my dad) is the only thing that kept me getting out of bed in my nearly freezing apartment since I also have a personal goal of not turning on my heat until Thanksgiving. (once again, stubborn or motivated depending how you look at it). 

This weekend I spent getting every other part of my life in order.  Cleaning, organizing, taking time for myself, which included taking full advantage of the extra hour! 

This morning (Monday AHH)  made the week appear to be on up and up.  After working all day to put out fires, which appears to be a daily occurrence, my heart is filled with the reason I became a teacher, to be the one person in a kids life who stops to listen and care. 

I have wrote and wrote and wrote to try and be clever.  Not give to much information to breach some sort of Internet privacy about students and issues and this is all I've got so here it is.  Today I don't feel like I taught a thing from a textbook or included in the Iowa Core.  However when a student tells you repeatedly "I really appreciate all you're doing for me." and tells another teacher "It's a good thing after I got mad I went to Ms. Rozeboom's room.  She has a way to talk to me and clam me down." I know it is all worth it.  These moments are the reason I teach. 

"Bad day? Put your hand over your chest. Feel that beat? That's called purpose. You're here for a reason. Don't leave without one."