first day of many

Today I realized just how difficult it is to be a substitute teacher. It is such a weird/awkward experience! A fire drill and passing out yearbooks made the afternoon a bit crazy, but luckily, today was just a half-day in 2nd grade and it was a good class! Tomorrow is a full day in 6th grade Learning Support... so that should be interesting! Ha.

Notes from some of the kiddos in my class today...

really?!

Did I really just graduate?! Really?!

three years.

I am often asked how I came to attend Portersville Bible Church. The truth is... it all started with a loving friend that met my silly demand for a written invitation. While many things have changed in the three years that followed this first visit to PBC, I am in disbelief that tomorrow is my last Sunday there as a college student. During my time at P-ville, I have truly been blessed and stretched outside my comfort zone. There are so many memories I will cherish... chasing Selah and Adden through the pews after the service or jumping onto the couches downstairs... celebrating birthdays and special occasions... listening to the special music... big hugs and sheepish grins from Callie... The Castle... homemade waffles and pizza at the 'Wigs... cramming into the car to visit "The Medievals"... Christin's enthusiastic greeting each morning... sled riding after lunch... the kiddos in Children's Church... being Gob Princesses... car rides with Rachelle and Garrett... new babies... sleeping over in the camper during "27th weekend"... giving band aids for Mr. Gerwig's many ouchies... musicals and sporting events... having everyone know your name... warm blueberry muffins and terrific conversations at the Charles' house... picnics in the park... taking TONS of pictures... tying Windsor knots... being silly with the teens... making new friends... sharing stories about daily life... and so much more. It's amazing what can happen in 3 years, isn't it? Thank you if you were a part of these memories! More memorable moments to come!

love or money

The thing that may be the hardest about the whole job-thing is not that I won't be able to find one... it's the decision part of it.

For instance... I LOVE preschoolers. Love them. Like... you would not have to pay me to hang out with them. However... throw in the whole job aspect. Is $12 an hour worth it to put my life into a group of preschoolers? For 8+ hours a day? Year-round?

I'm having these mixed emotions. In some ways I feel like I'm better than those long hours and 'eh' pay. But in other ways... I think preschool is a critical foundation for the future and I love being a piece of that foundation.

So... for love or for money?

don't forget

When you leave here, don't forget why you came. ~Adlai Stevenson