while there is, of course, always something (and usually several things) I'm doing wrong, I'll still take the little moments where you can tell something has gone right, like when the miserable kid who hates school starts smiling in class, or when the kid who was going to get suspended for skipping shows up to every class for three weeks. The moments when you walk around the classroom and see that all the students are producing fantastic work. The few seconds spent debating life expectancy in the Middle Ages of their own accord. Moments.

But next week I'm adding two more classes, and they could always hate me and crush me like a bug. I'm hoping not. Two more weeks to spring break and the mid-point of my practicum!