Roommates and the Art of Love Bursting

Teaching is the hardest thing I’ve ever done.

Don’t get me wrong, it’s also the most wonderful thing I’ve ever done. There are some days I come skipping out of school because my day has been so wonderful and I feel like I’ve truly found my calling in life. There are other days when I come skipping out of school because–Hallelujah the day is done and I am OUT of there.

Today was one of the latter days. (haha–latter days.) I was trying to get my 8th graders working on their 5 paragraph essays with a peer review worksheet and the computers weren’t working and kids weren’t following directions and some were just wandering around aimlessly even though they had specific directions about what they were supposed to be doing. I’m just coming off a cold on top of all that, so needless to say, I was NOT in the mood.

As I was sitting at my desk during my prep period, contemplating the best spot to use as a head-banging post, I pulled my phone out of my drawer to see if anyone would miss me if I jumped out of the second floor window.

And lo and behold, I had a text from my wonderful roommate Maddie.

I thought back to last night when Maddie asked me if she could use me for a project. Ever the helper, I willingly agreed. She said she didn’t need me for anything right then, but she’d let me know tomorrow what her project was.

Fast forward to lunch time with thoughts of self-maiming. I pulled out my phone to find three texts from my Maddie.

I adore how passionate you are about becoming a teacher. You are going to change lives through your love of learning!

Needless to say, this caused a great Love Burst to swell through my bosom. I was so touched at her kind words, and at such a fortuitous moment, too. I read the next one:

Hot dang girl, those sexy curls of yours bring the boys to the yard You are beautiful! I may have to censor this for my assignment, but, eh, I’ll just do what I want. I’ll just add that your witty humor never fails to make me giggle. hehe.

It was then that I remembered that her project was to give specific notes of praise to people throughout the day. How lucky that she chose me on this day of 8th grade horrors and fantasies of duct tape.

She had one more lovey dovey text for me that morning, and as my prep period ended, I squared my shoulders and knew that I could face those nasty preteens and their inability to follow the simplest of directions. More than that, I was grateful to have someone like Maddie, who every day impresses me with her kindness and generosity, especially when I need it most. Way to pull through for me again, Maddie Bo-Baddie 🙂