Today I went to the store, but my favorite Jonathon apples were nowhere to be found. I had to settle for Jonagold.
I think I am going to be a witch on Friday for real Halloween, which means a grand total of 3 costumes this year. Yes, oh yes. I'm also making homemade chicken noodle soup, which should be tasty.
Third grade is where it's at. I start a unit next week, which I'm not quite prepared for yet, but I will be. Saturday is the day I've set aside to get everything squared away for that and, thanks to Mom, I've got a good start. Teaching brings me so much joy; I love how inquisitive, kind, quick to learn, good-natured, curious, and sincerely funny my students are. Please, don't make me ever leave.
Did some visiting teaching this week. Oh how I love the gospel, relief society, my ward, my calling. People are wonderful, and working with such incredible people is a privilege. I hope they realize that their goodness doesn't go unnoticed. Lately, I feel magnified; I feel humbled. Every day I learn so many things.
I think I'll miss this place. Graduation is really going to happen. (I know, because I ordered my cap and gown). It's not the right time to be sad, so I'm trying not to be. There's much to be done before then.
Ozzy Osbourne just came on my shuffle, and if that's not hilarious then I don't know what is.
Penny for your thoughts?










