Survival of the fittest. I wasn't sure I'd make it to Christmas. Today was my first field trip after I met with the assistant principal to discuss my second official observation. This week has been incredibly long and fast, which seems like it should be an oxymoron. I'm exhausted. Depleted. I feel like a video game avatar who has one energy bar left. It's a dire situation; my throat is even scratchy. I plan to chillax all day tomorrow. ("Chillax", for those who don't teach 7th graders, is the combination of "chill" and "relax". It's usually used as a command in response to somebody losing their cool (don't ask how I found out this usage, okay?).) I'm ready for a break.
I'm not sure I'm ready to celebrate Baby Jesus' birthday yet. It doesn't "feel" like Christmas at all. Maybe I need to invest in some eggnog and candy canes. I listened to Philippians and James; perhaps, I should listen to deutero-Isaiah and the Christmas stories tucked away in all the different places.
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