It's the beginning of the end.
And I've come to realize that I am very thankful that I'm in the type of job that has a clear beginning and ending. Our occupational therapist, who works part time in the hospital setting when she's not at school with us, said how lovely it is to have a job that ENDS. At the hospital, it's constant; sure, there may be patients that are discharged, but there are always other patients waiting to take their place. There is no automatic vacation. Nothing depends on the seasons.
Gosh, it must suck to have a "real" job....
Then again, when you are doing the potty dance in front of all your students, you start to envy all those other people in those other jobs who have the luxury of peeing whenever the thought occurs to them.
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Yay!!!
The potty dance! Haha!
Do you go to the restroom or just let er drip...
I used to do that dance (sitting on a tractor) when I worked mowing the grass along roadways for the county on my summer breaks...gas stations were few and far between in the country!
Brenda
The end is sweet. dad
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