I don't feel very sensical today and this will likely not be a great post. You have been warned. There was snow yesterday. Lots of it. I think 8 inches fell in 3 hours. Something ridiculous like that.
Children were stuck on buses for 5 hours. I am not exaggerating.
My children were not. Two of them had a snow day. And the other one was sent home early, decided that the school bus was too late, and took public transportation home.
So today we are all home, although it is no longer snowing. Plenty of cars are still stuck. And the youngest students in Saint Paul didn't get home until WAAAAY past their bedtimes.
I have been "depression napping." which apparently is some thing referred to on social media. Whatever. It is not a new phenomenon. People who are feeling depressed often sleep a lot. Either because they are more tired or because it is easier to sleep than to deal with anything else. Emotinally or otherwise.
Of course, I have also been "bronchitis napping," so I might need to cut myself a little slack.
The swim season is almost over for elder boy. Which means that my schedule will free up a little. Not that it was overly taxing, but it was bit of a hassle to have to pick him up from practice instead of just having him home when I got here.
However, robotics season will now be in full swing.
Children are time-consuming. And messy. And loud. Good thing they are also awesome. I think it is a defense mechanism so we are conned into caring for them for years on end.
I clearly enjoy children because that is one of the chief delights of my job as a teacher. I get to work with them. And they are awesome. And then they grow up and go off into the wider world and continue to be awesome.
One of my early students in orchestra has gone on to a career writing, producing and performing music. Which I think is fantastic and amazing.
Another of my students was a leader for an adult education training that I was in. And has been a voice for people recovering from eating disorders. Super cool.
Students have gone on to teach abroad and teach at home and go on to study things they are passionate about and raise their own awesome and time-consuming children.
I was in chemistry class the other day and we were talking about scientist/professors whose students went on to win Nobel prizes. Ernest Rutherford had 4 students go on to win this honor.
I don't really work in a Nobel-prize-for-physics sort of a field. Which is not to say that I don't teach students who might be drawn to the Nobel-prize-for-physics world.
I was just reflecting that in addition to the current perks of teaching-- the daily contact with students-- there is this additional perk. Students whose lives have touched mine continue to grow and change and become more and more themselves. And they are awesome.
In other news:
I nearly let my prescription lapse. I have not yet purchased a pill minder. Keeps slipping my mind.
I still love my job.
My house is still a mess.
I am crabby with family members when I hear perceived criticism of things I already feel guilty about.
And really everything can be perceived as a criticism if you are clever enough at self-deprecation.
I could teach class.
That I don't belong to a self-help group where I am required to go around the circle and say what I am grateful for.
Didn't just sleep in all morning on this snow day.
meds 200 mg lamotrigine
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