At the end of the class I had this sitting on my desk:
(in big, blue, bubble letters)
Mrs. Barlow so sweet
Heart as big as an iceberg
Souls full of her love
It's the little things that make all of the tears, headaches, stress, and interrupted sleep worth it. Or, so I am telling myself this weekend. I had one of those Fridays where you are really just at your wits end. I told Jim, "You know something's wrong when a student comes to ask you to go to the bathroom and you snap at them before they even ask!" Who I am to stop their bodies from being relieved!? They weren't even the student(s) who brought me to this state!
When the last ounce of patience is gone then it is time for a weekend.
And grade papers and plan lessons... oof!