Absolutely crazy week. Finals are here and student teaching is coming to an end.
My lesson plan involved fruit for the very hungry caterpillar and what do you know, plums aren't in season. I called everywhere and went everywhere and just gave up. Scott came over and found my plums and I cried. It was so sweet and he knew how stressed I was; instead of being mean or rude at my snarkiness (word?) he just took it and found my my plums. I felt better instantly because he cared...and it felt good. He took my stress away when I was a basket case and it's great to have someone who cares that much.
Ahhhhh as I breathe my sign of relief.
