Now is the time...ah!

It's that time again.

Oh, you know - it's when you can hear the train rumbling as it approaches and can see its headlight? (And the crash seems inevitable...)

Enter -->
     the end of the trimester.
          the wrap-up of grades.
               the late nights at school.
                    (and the missing out on runs and the gym.)

At least I know this period doesn't last forever.
I understand that these grades and report cards are important for noting progress and tracking our students.
And I realize that with teaching (as with other occupations) comes personal sacrifices.

But these students are worth it.

Every opportunity.
Every connection.
Every smile.
(Every tear.)
Every thank you.
Every laugh.
Every hug.

Yes, it's a Friday night when I just finished my evening's worth of grading. I'm worn out from the week and still have lots packed into my weekend.

And, maybe I'm crazy...

...But I sure love my job.