All of everything, erased

Time to try breathing again.

On Monday I directed my middle school band in a concert for the first time. Was it perfect? Far from it, but that did a really fantastic job, despite me.

On Tuesday my classes had their reading parties, and I was reminded that rated PG movies from the nineties are a little dicier than rated PG movies from now.

On Wednesday we had our Christmas party, and we played games with our room moms in the gym. I learned my fifth graders need to work on their sportsmanship... a lot. We also celebrated our library finally being finished, giving well-deserved credit to the teacher who is in charge of the library.

And now it’s Thursday. I can hardly believe it. One semester is behind me, and I still feel like kid with new shoes and new backpack showing up for my first day of school. At the same time, I don’t know, teaching has started to feel natural. I feel at home in my classroom. I walk through it, picking up trash and putting in chairs without even thinking. And I’ve read what second year teachers in Magis have written on their blogs... that is gets easier. But I can feel it getting easier right now. Not to say it’s easy... haha. It’s hard work every single day, but that word is routine, there are things I find myself completely in the dark about. I’m just sometimes in a shadow.

Now... Now it’s the perfect time for a break, a break meant for celebrating and praying and loving. I’m so excited to see my family, to cause rascally trouble at home, to enjoy friendships.