January 17, 2013 v. January 17, 2014

I've started my second year of journaling every day in my Jane-a-Day 5-year journal.

I hadn't thought about a year ago until tonight when I started my nightly ritual of writing in my Jane-a-Day.

A year ago, I slept in. Went to MBU for the first time in a week or so. I visited so I could drop off my Wisconsin DPI licensure papers. In the hallway, I ran into some people from who I had to fill in about the Wednesday night car drama. Then the person I was most irritated with regarding the Wednesday night car drama showed up and annoyed me even more. Everyone left and somehow it was him and I. Bad idea. In the next 15 minutes I proceeded to shred my integrity by utterly losing my temper. I have rarely been that angry or made such a fool of myself. I was standing outside of Dr. Brock's office.

I remember leaving and walking up to second floor and regretting every word I said. It didn't take more than a minute for me to realize and be ashamed of my atrocious behavior. I walked out of those back stairs and there was Jessica. I said, "Jessica, I just made a huge mistake." An apology email followed later that afternoon and personal agony over my stupidity. It was an awful day.

Today, I woke up at 5:00. I planned a game, wrote my parent letter, set-up for testing, and discussed students with my coworkers. Then the students arrived. I taught all day which included confiscating sexually drawn pictures from a student, documentation of said pictures, battling my non-compliant students, giving tests, grading tests, explaining chocolate history in the United States, conferencing with individual students, and meeting with small groups. Then the students left. I prepared my white boards for Tuesday, counted my Paws, stacked chairs, discussed the woes of teaching and coaching with coworkers, and finally left school. Next came errands--gas and grocery store. Then final clean-up before the Parentals arrived. Dinner preparation, dinner, and discussion followed with the Parentals. It was a busy, but good day.

I would choose a hundred more days like today than to ever, ever, ever relive January 17, 2013.