Whiplash

Not actual whiplash.

I tend to be dramatic.

Yesterday Kate came into my room at lunch time with a look on her face like she had some news to share. She had been offered a job as a reading specialist at our school (which will be amazing) and she said that Jami said I could decide if I wanted 3rd or 4th grade.

My mind started spinning.

My brain isn't that bendy.  I had been thinking about 4th grade and looking at the 4th grade curriculum and making fledgling 4th grade plans. I didn't know what I wanted to do.

She said that Jami would come and talk to me after school.

As the afternoon progressed, I realized that I felt really happy about the idea of staying in 3rd grade.  I know I love 3rd grade.  I also know that I've assembled a lot of 3rd grade materials.

So after school, I told Jami I wanted to stay in 3rd grade.

It was sort of short-lived happiness because then I went to my root canal appointment.

It was awful.

And also, it didn't work.  My tooth was bleeding so much that he couldn't finish it.  What you really don't want to hear your dentist say when you are having a root canal is, "I'm at a loss.  I don't know what to do."

He patched me up with a temporary filling and said he'd try again next week and I might lose the tooth.

So I think I'm going to go to an endodontist which I probably should have done in the first place.

Whatever happens, tooth pain doesn't last forever and I get to teach 3rd grade next year.

So all in all, the day ended up in the positive column.