because really, teaching is just another form of learning.

every week when i make it to then end i wonder,
"has it been a long week for anyone else?"
and yet i realize it's also zoomed by.
weeks are long.  but fast.
hard. yet good.
i'm definitely learning. sometimes more than i feel like i've bargained for.
this week in class i had a "i wasn't trained for this in college" moment.
and some days i just come home grumpy as can be. (poor derek)
but every day i'm amazed.
"i've made it through another day."
and that's how i know, i can do it. again. and again.
i hope that one day it won't be so hard. or scary. or overwhelming. or stressful.
i hope that one day i can say that i love teaching with all my heart.
but until then, i'll keep learning my lessons one day at a time.
and try to come home with a smile on my face.