Butterfinger candy bars taste like middle school to me. Specifically, they taste like middle school spring: that time when you can feel that it's getting warmer and the smell of green is in the air. Butterfingers are also a way that I find teaching middle school makes me subtly work through issues or memories that are 25 or more years old. Finding myself in a middle school setting these last 18 months, I have been surprised to find how often I have to put the brakes on a middle school mindset. I've written about that at length in another post.
Candy bars, however, conjure a memory and a mindset I don't mind. Not one bit.
Thursday, February 12, 2015
Monday, February 2, 2015
Catching up
It really does get easier the second time you do something. Not easier...better.
I'm still often exhausted, and there isn't enough of me to go around, but it's better than last year. When I need perspective, I can just look to my overwhelmed, tired wife, and know that I'm in a better place than I was...and than she is (not to rub it in).
At this point, I think I have so much to say that I can almost say nothing. I'd like to start chipping away at those things, but no promises.
For now, despite it still being hard, it's better.
I'm still often exhausted, and there isn't enough of me to go around, but it's better than last year. When I need perspective, I can just look to my overwhelmed, tired wife, and know that I'm in a better place than I was...and than she is (not to rub it in).
At this point, I think I have so much to say that I can almost say nothing. I'd like to start chipping away at those things, but no promises.
For now, despite it still being hard, it's better.
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