I've been known to say that teaching middle school in May is for the birds.
Everyone is D.O.N.E.
My reserve is low.
Like really, really low.
The feeling of being known, understood, and appreciated is distant or non-existent.
Thank all that is holy that at our school, Teacher Appreciation is celebrated
for a whole week!
I was refueled, if even for a moment, from goodness like this:
I think this one was my favorite:
This type of appreciation couldn't have come at a better time.
I am am truly, truly grateful.