Anxious. I think that's the word I'm looking for. My first fall semester class is at 6:00. Work was not the typical Monday with all kinds of craziness and chaos. It was too quiet. I had a grand total of two, count them, two clients show for their sessions. At lunch, I went home to eat and print the goodies for my web based class. My printer wouldn't print. I guess the poor thing's rebelling because it wants more ink. At least that's what I'm hoping the problem is. I guess I'll find out when I get home tonight with a nice, full ink cartridge.
In the midst of all my anxiety and night-before-first-day-of-the-new-semester freaking out, Paul calmly says "I'm proud of you." I look at him like he just told me he ate my chocolate. He says "For going back to school and working full-time." He knows how to calm me down when I'm a nervous wreck. One of the many reasons I love him so much.
I started this blog to share my journey following God into graduate school and a new career in education. If you struggle with listening to and following God, join the club. Maybe something I go through can help you, too. At the very least, you'll know you aren't alone. If you're interested in the thoughts and ramblings of a future middle school teacher, you are in the right place! Oh, by the way, you never know about me; I might blog about nearly anything. Feel free to leave comments!
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