Apparently, turning 30 has killed the writer in me.
What has killed my will to write (besides this whiny Monday morning post...written while waiting for much needed coffee to brew) was the 7 students I had last week who found themselves in the principals' office. Five of whom who got themselves suspended. One of whom made big, big threats. The kind that other kids made good on around the country, with guns and grenades stored in their bedrooms.
I wrote two IEPs, one MDT, and filled out ten behavior checklists for kids who were going to see psychiatrists.
I ended the week with a smile.
I was relieved it was over.
Then I spent an overnight at a nearby hotel/casino with 15 girlfriends, half who will be turning 30 in the next year (a few of us already have). That was fun, but exhausting.
I've had 9 hours sleep in the past three days.
I hope you have a great week.