How Do You Measure a Year

One year ago today I began my student teaching.  In honor of this, I have decided to post again my writings from that very first day.  They made me laugh and remember all of my students from that time.

Today, I was very distracted reminiscing.  On my way to school, I missed my exit to change highways.  Then, I sat at a light until someone honked at me that it was time to move.  Spacey.

One year ago today, I was desperately missing cigarettes.  I had been without them for only a month and was doing pretty well except when I was super nervous, like on my commute in to school.  I still occasionally miss my commuting cigarette, even though the smell of smokes makes me nauseous most days.

One year ago today I was so scared.  The eighth graders drove me crazy, even on that first day.  While my own eighth graders have the ability to make me want to pull my hair out of my head, they are my eighth graders.  I have a relationship with most, and have an appreciation for something about each one.

One year ago a snow day was the furthest thing from my mind.  Today, I am wearing my pajamas inside out in solidarity with my students, rooting for Mother Nature to take her toll on our city.

One year ago today, a child asked me if I was ever going to get married.  Today I am planning our wedding.

So many things have gone so perfectly in the past year- our engagement, our apartment, our puppy, our city, Mr. P's school, and my job...  And for the first time I am even living my life without waiting for the other shoe to drop, for some part of my perfection to come crashing down around me.

I'd like to insert something about Rent here, please.