Around 8:30 PM last night I wound up yelling this exclamation to Darco in the driveway.
Over the three day weekend we’ve been doing nothing but moving our possessions from our apartment to our house. Praise God for friends and family. So many people have helped us with cleaning, moving, and even cooking for us. It’s truly a memorable experience that’ll forever last in my heart.
…but about those stars…
Like any other soul, I too have my silent prayers. One of them was to see the stars again. Growing up, the stars were in my backyard. Moving to college, then moving to the city, I lost the stars. City lights, parking lot nights, I lost track of my childhood home.
Our home is now in the rural escape around the city. The stars come out each night, shining past the occasional flight preparing for landing. My prayer is answered. I find myself clamoring to the sky, my wife lost as to why this was such a big deal. Answered personal prayers are a big deal.
Originally it was an apartment that approved us for moving.
Then we checked on a duplex north of the city on a lake.
…and the apartment offer was blown out of the water (pun intended).
-Washer & Dryer
-Two Car Garage
-In The Country
-Near 15 miles worth of trails
-Two minutes to the lake
Cost: Less than the apartment with potential opportunity to own.
I love how life is no longer, “just another week.” I’m grateful that I’m praying for Friday night because I’m so tired each day from school. Frankly, teaching is so fun it’s rather disturbing. This week was another taste of insanity; school, parent teacher conferences, debates, and my first experience at cross country meets.
Does it get better? I’m not sure because this stuff is fun…
Assignment: Attack your thoughts about these political cartoons and propaganda with Post-It notes. Good luck!
My very first cross country runners with their hard earned medals.
I’m just over a week into being an official teacher inside the school I’m currently with. It’s been a whirlwind of a month; from teacher orientation, room design and construction (literally), to the very first day of school. It’s easily a thought that I’ve processed on multiple days, but have concluded that the battery life in my keyboard wouldn’t last long enough for me to type out all of my thoughts in relation to this amazing experience.
I spent five hours in school today. Just organizing this and that, and getting my computer updated. About twenty minutes before I left the principal came into my room. We talked briefly about the upcoming school year, technology, and behavior styles of students. It was just a refreshing small part of my day because it continued to demonstrate to me that I’ve arrived to the education world.