I might have eaten a third of a box of Fannie May candy that was left open in the office today… I better replace that sometime before I leave.
Each morsel melted away some of my stress over research projects, but not enough.
My personal agenda has been to really push students into a new realm of strong writing with this project. I want to leave some really positive mark on writing in one class. I just love writing so much. There is a looming cloud of panic over some students, and that metaphorical storm dropped some rain on my trek toward the finish line.
I wish I had a cape. Or a guardian angel. And a fresh start.
I am so glad that we don’t actually have nerves on our brain to trigger pain. But the emotional impact called “stress” is no fair trade-off.