Two realizations of the day:

1) I always come back from breaks feeling even more behind than I was before. I always have grand plans of getting caught up and even ahead over a long weekend. Like I was totally going to have all of this week and next week (my last two weeks) planned and ready to teach. Did that happen? Nope. I wasn't even planned for today when I walked in my classroom. (And of course today would be the day that my facilitator pops in for a surprise visit and checks my empty plan book...whoops.) I'm totally going to be one of those teachers who gets to class every day with the plan of winging it...haha I shouldn't be admitting that to the world. I will admit, there will be much more motivation to plan and be prepared when it's actually my job that I'm getting paid for. (Which is another thing I was thinking about today...how sad that even when teaching is what I love to do, the motivation for money is still a huge part of me doing my job.) Anyways, the point of this random rambling is that I am super overwhelmed with all the grading and planning that is to be done. And guess what? It is all done for free.

2) On a much more light-hearted note, I don't even care about shaving my legs anymore. Before you freak out, let me explain. I do shave my legs. But it's not a huge concern. You know when you're a teenager and you were obsessed with always having smooth legs? You always made sure that your legs were freshly shaved when you went to the pool or wore a skirt or shorts or something. Well, I was like that (to a point...), until this semester. I shave my legs every Sunday out of habit, but I don't even notice the fact that my legs are shaved. For school when I wear skirts or dresses, I never worry about whether my legs are stubbly or not. Because I don't care. I kind of see this as a metaphor for me moving from a more vain, superficial stage of life where it's things like making sure your legs are smooth, to a much more mature life where that is extremely low on your list of priorities. You have brains to feed everyday, and they don't care if your legs are prickly or not, so why should you? That's me. Feeding brains, not shaving my legs. If that grosses you out, sorry. But it's the truth. And if you haven't noticed, I'm kind of bluntly honest on my blog sometimes.