I turned 40 on day 87 and my tenth graders brought me a balloon and chocolate.  It was super sweet.  I don’t understand how, when I started teaching, my oldest students were eight years younger than me, and now they’re twenty years younger than me.  Where did the time go?  I’m convinced that teaching keeps me young.  It must be that, because outside stress definitely can wear on me.

Reflecting on this week, I feel like I was not productive and I’m not sure what I missed.  Maybe it’s the last week of the semester woes on me?