Once again...

Once again I'm giving a math test. Right now. It's shameful I know, but these are the kids I reviewed with TWICE yesterday. God save them if they don't pass.

The past few days I've been trying to figure out why I've been in a funk at school. (Funk. That says funk.)
At first I thought I wasn't sleeping enough, or I was sad that I didn't have anymore Hunger Games books to read. That wasn't it. I knew it had nothing to do with Valentine's Day because it doesn't really offend me that a man didn't impress with with flowers and chocolates. That's not really me anyway. I think my favorite flower I ever got was from a boy my sophomore year of high school. It was part of a school fundraiser so the flowers we annonymous. I got three, I think. Two from friends and then one from "Erefel Sirch". My stomach dropped out of my butt when all I could think was that it was from some Lord of the Rings reading, elvish language speaking, clingon kid from the freshman class. Eww. High school girl EWWW.
Around time for volleyball prctice is when my best friends (who had been smirking ALLL DAY long) mentioned that I might want to try spelling the name backwards. OHHHH. A perfectly wonderful Junior boy had sent me the flower!
Anyway, that's the best flower I've ever been sent. Best and favorite. He was a nice boy. I told you that story for the purpose of explaining that flowers were not the issue.

I realized that my job involves giving kids 100% all day long while recieving maybe, on a good day, 15% in return. I care way more about most of these kids math grades than they do. If having kids means this much giving and zero recieving, well I'm just not sure I will ever be ready (or patient and humble enough) to have Christmas 365 days a year.