Just let me get to teach poetry to sixth graders (or another section - I'm open) like I did yesterday with Langston Hughes' A Dream Deferred, and I will be over-content the rest of my life.
Seriously, that was only 15 minutes of my life, and it's hard to find another time in recent history I've felt that happy and alive and worthwhile.
All of it - the finding ridiculous ways to define 'fester' (and acknowledging that after one of our girls heard it, it would totally be one of 'her' kinds of words because that's her level of interest - I was right :) ). The making them have to take things from surface level and go deeper. The number of hands I had up after most questions proving they were engaged and trying.
I seriously could not ask for more. This would truly satisfy me daily. If only it were my reality and not basically a one-off at this point.
...though I AM getting the kiddos all to myself from 10:00 today until ? because Trish has a meeting and we don't have a special ...