An Even Dozen

There are twelve days left in my school year.

I am giddy.

The students and I have settled into a routine. Lesson plans are falling into place, and I am on schedule to cover the curriculum. I have only one morning duty next week because of the Monday holiday. I have only one afterschool detention duty left to serve.

I can see the light at the end of the tunnel.

There are actually fourteen student days left, but I will miss the last Friday and Monday. The weekend before the final days I will be in Seattle for my son's graduation ceremony at the University of Washington. I am delighted that I am able to go, while other family members have obligations that make it impossible for them to be there. T understands, and he will show me the city so Ken and I will have an easier time getting around in July. I will take lots of photos.

I don't want to test fate, but I am looking to apply for teaching jobs for the fall. I have the perspective that what is meant to be will be. I know that things may not go exactly the way I want them to go, but they will work out one way or the other. All I can do is put my best foot forward and see where that takes me.

I used to wonder if there was only so much good that could happen in a person's life. Now I think about the things, big and small, that happen every day that make me smile. So much depends on what I choose to focus on and how often I say "yes" to the opportunities that present themselves.

I am a lucky lady.