This week has been lacking in blog posts because this week has been extra full of hair splitting fractions. Yes, fractions. I have about two weeks to teach 24 ten year olds how to master the art of adding and subtracting fractions, and finding equivalent fractions (common denominators I haaaaaate you). Two weeks. Go here for my feelings on this (because seriously, Teacher Girl says it all so well and I agree with her 100%). I come home each night and I want to die. Well, die and drink wine and eat a lot of cheese. And sometimes some peanut M&M's...
But that's all beside the point. Fractions are killing me. And I am on the verge of making a paper chain of days to countdown to my summer vacation (86 days).
But do you want to know what makes it all better? What makes me feel sane at the end of the day and remember that there's more to life than crazy kids and mathematics? This dog does that for me.
Honestly folks, I can't make up this kind of love. It really makes me forget about my bad days.
That dog is my saving grace. There have been many a day in my three years of teaching that I come home and I am so ready to quit, but then I cuddle with this smelly mess of a dog and let her lick my face, and I am suddenly calmed and able to remember that it will all be okay. Amazing how one little dog can do that.