Grateful Friday

 I realized yesterday that I really, really like my class.

It usually happens (not always, usually) about this time of year, that I realize, I really like these guys!  I guess I should say, I mostly (not always, mostly) like them all the time, but I start enjoying them a lot.

They are funny and we have a good time.  We do crazy voices and yesterday there was a heated argument about whether or not Disney movies were good.

(We talked about how it was OK to have an opinion other people didn't share.  Not OK to be mean about it.)

Today is a spirit day where teachers are supposed to dress like students and students are supposed to dress like teachers.

I approximately wear the same thing as my students:  jeans and sweaters.  I didn't want to go buy anything for the day, even though they insisted I needed Nikes like some of them have.

Some girls discussed and came up with the idea that I could wear a backpack to school.  I thought it was a good idea.

Some of the girls said they were going to curl their hair.  They said I should either straighten my hair or cut it really short like a boy.

I lack the skill or commitment to do either, but it was fun coming up with ideas together.

I'm grateful I have that job.  I love it.

I'm grateful it is pretty much, basically, I'm calling it light when I've been pulling out of the driveway in the morning lately.  The light is returning!

I'm grateful another weekend is upon us.

I look forward to spending time with Adam, going to the temple with Emma and Adam and doing all the weekend things.

I'm grateful Emma is my daughter.  She texted this last night:

She constantly brings me delight with her brand of quirk.