This month...

I fell in love with teaching...
I finished a mediocre book and started a great one..
I made 135 new friends...
I started looking forward to the future, while enjoying today...
I got a pearl necklace as a gift...
I cheated on my diet...
I called in sick when I wasn't...
I took an obscene number of baths...
I snuggled with Linky... a lot...
I lay in bed listening to my husband breathing..
I drank a whiskey sour on a roof deck...
I didn't take a single picture...
I found a role model...
I felt guilty and stretched too thin...
I got phone calls from California...
I dreamed about buying a house...
I thought of more baby names...
I realized I can do this...

(stolen shamelessly from http://theshadowsprovethesunshine.blogspot.com/ - I love you.)

he's in california,

and i am left,

dreaming of his fingertips,

the sound of his voice echoing across a thousand miles,

the sun staining his face,

sand clinging to his toes,

and me, sleeping alone.

It's incredible the feeling that comes when you're finally where you're supposed to be.

I started my final placement last week. I'm in a 7th grade social studies class and I'm in love. I've wondered over the last year or so about whether I'd taken the right path. About whether teaching was really for me, since I was so tired of school myself. About whether I should have gone to law or med school instead. (I still think I'd make a kick ass pediatrician.) Yet, when I'm with those kids, all that doubt fades away. Yes there are behaviour issues, yes there are kids who challenge you and make you want to scream sometimes, but teaching a lesson on latitude and longitude and actually teaching them something. Having small minds leave my classroom with more knowledge and a desire to know more. Hearing the chorus of "Hi Mrs. L..." as I walk down the hall. It's amazing. I'm in love.