(sound of a sigh)

Today was one of those days. Because it was one of those days teaching, it held the hardest and the sweetest things possible. The difficult moments highlighted the fact that you can not predict human behavior. The good moments made things just seem right. I helped my students divide a whole into tenths, hundredths, and thousandths and then convert that to it's decimal equivalent. I listened to a student read a book that is a grade level beyond what she came in reading. I wrote a paragraph with a student who normally ends a writing period with a blank paper.

I'm tired because of the tough stuff. I know I'm a teacher because all of the other stuff is good stuff.