I’ve been working hard for 6 months (started grad school diagnosed with walking pneumonia so the first week was a scratch - SO sick).
Most of the work I’ve submitted is good, but honestly there were a couple stinkers where I either misunderstood the directions or it was beyond my skill set. I’m getting worried the final exam and difficult final projects will fall into either of those categories. Meanwhile Claire, my cheerleader early on, said last night, “why did you even have kids if you aren’t going to spend time with them?” She can clearly see I’m trying to move out of this house and improve our financial situation.
15-year-old girls are special animals. We’re going to spend every single second together when I’m a high school teacher on the same schedule. Meanwhile, “nothing will come of nothing.”