What. A. Year.
Seriously, this was intense. There were points when I just wasn’t sure we’d all come out the other side. Having short stories due just before Mock Trial, while still keeping up with Logic, Latin, Research, and Math was a lot to take on.
It got so ugly, I picked up my phone a few times and started to call my Support Rep to cancel my contract for next year. I’m not kidding. I felt like the kids were drowning and they were pulling me down with them.
But, somehow, we all came through the other side. It really brings to mind the lyrics of an old Rascal Flatts song, Stand. “You feel like a candle in a hurricane. Just like a picture in a broken frame. Alone and helpless, like you’ve lost your fight. But you’ll be all right. Because when push comes to shove, you taste what you’re made of. You might bend ’til you break, cause it’s all you can take. On your knees, you look up, decide you’ve had enough. You get mad. You get strong. Wipe your hands, shake it off. Then you stand.”
