I’ll be honest–last night, there was a bit of a meltdown happening chez moi. My sister talked me through it, and I climbed into my brand-new, feels-like-I’m-in-a-hotel-bed bed and fell asleep.
About three weeks ago, a student in my AP class took it upon himself to announce the following:
“Valentine’s Day is in a couple of weeks, and we’re going to exchange valentines like when we were in elementary school. So decorate your boxes!”
And I didn’t outright say no, because I knew we’d be coming off a five day weekend, and as a 10-year veteran educator, I know that if you give students an assignment over a long weekend, no WAY it’s getting turned in.
But apparently, if your class created its own Facebook page to help remind each other of upcoming assignments, people will bring decorated boxes (or empty Kleenex boxes) and will spend 10 minutes of class exchanging elementary-style valentines cards. Some cards even wound up on my desk.
And while today I didn’t get any flowers or cards or even texts from anyone significant, when I finished my 2nd piano lesson, my students’ mom met me with dinner, rolls, and chocolate-covered strawberries.
(It was really nice to not have to cook tonight.)
So it’s just a typical Tuesday, except for the cards, and the dinner, and an article on Comedy Central that makes me legit.
