July is pretty crazy for me. I work almost every day of the week, on my feet for 7 hours, commuting at least an hour each way, no air conditioning in my car. (Last Thursday it took 2 hours to get home!) I arrive home with just enough energy to eat dinner (provided by my son - YAY son!) and then fall asleep before my head hits the pillow. The other night, my dreams were about being exhausted.
Sunday is my recooperating day, and boy do I need it. Though by late Sunday afternoon I always start thinking about my classes again.
But it isn't with dread of the coming Monday. It's with eager anticipation.
I actually start looking forward to it all again. I forget the commute, the tired feet, the exhausted brain.
Instead, I remember the thrill I get when a beginning student pulls together a drawing like this . . .
. . . and I remember the look on that student's face when she realizes that she can do something that she didn't even know was in her.
And I can't wait for tomorrow when I get to see her finished drawing (see up there on the top right?) even though I already gave her an 'A' and there's no reason to go that extra mile except that now she knows that it's worth it.
So worth it.