fiestaaaaaaaaa!

I hosted 24 fiestas this week in a total of 12 hours.

And yet, I brought home extra chips and salsa.  I must be crazy person.  A crazy person whose feet hurt really bad and who is not making dinner tonight.

Actually, though, it really was fun.  Really fun.  And I was cleaning that room for the billionth time this afternoon, I realized that next week is my last week of the year with these kids, and genuinely felt sad.  I immediately thought, I can't believe that, just a couple weeks ago, I couldn't wait for this to be over!  I also remembered those people in elementary and middle school who assumed that, because I was good at school, I must also have loved it.  I always argued that being good at something doesn't necessarily mean you like it!  And I didn't, really.  So, for those of you  who just thought, Oh, she was one of those kids, I wasn't.  There were aspects of school I didn't mind, but overall I preferred to be at home.  

As a teacher, it's different.  Imagine this - you have your dream job! You love it and being at work.  It's a hard job, but it's fun and extremely fulfilling, plus your co-workers are some of your favorite people in the world and love you, too.  Then, imagine your boss came and told you you got / had to take a vacation for two and a half months.  How do you feel?  Well, excited, definitely.  Who doesn't like a long vacation?  But also sad.  First of all, this vacation isn't paid.  Second of all, for two and a half months, you can't go where you love to go, do what you love to do, or see who you love to see.  

Don't get me wrong - I am going to do stuff over the summer that I only wish I had time for now, and I am REALLY excited.  But I'm also excited to go back in the fall.  And, as a lot of students have been asking whether I'm coming back next year, it's also fun to know that they're excited to see me next fall, too.  

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"In that frightful moment I think his fierce heart broke."  - J.M. Barrie, Peter Pan