It is exhausting putting together a room, going back to work, and then dealing with the worry that you don't even have students but you're exhausted. I'm nervous to start at a new school, with new coworkers. Everyone seems wonderful.
I do have this feeling that this is where God wants me to be. I felt directed here. I feel like teaching is my calling, and I also feel like I can't do it without His divine help.
My family was so supportive as I went back the week before. Maria had cooked dinner. Everyone helped to clean at home. Jody even got me a new pair of shoes. (They didn't fit, but it was so very thoughtful).
