[A decidedly unremarkable picture to start us off]
Is it normal to love your job so much you get stomachaches because you can't stop thinking about it?
And is it weird to be grateful for those stomachaches?
And will I consider this all a big metaphor about parenthood someday?
The thing about my job is this:
What makes me a better teacher makes me a better human.
Perhaps I will return with more words another day.