The best thing about being back at school is being among friends. The worst thing about being back to school, especially for professional development is having to sit still for long periods of time. By the end of the day I couldn't do it. I had to stand in the back of the room and listen. I must admit of the 12 years I've been at JMM for PD, it was the first time I took copious notes. The information being thrown at us is plentiful and needed. I have to admit my Adaptive Schools training has me more connected and feeling a lot better about being an active participant in the process. My participation paid off when I was thrown a bag of York Peppermint Patties (my fav) for answering a question tossed out to the crowd. I shouted out the right answer and was rewarded handsomely. I made sure to share with my friends! It was the highlight of the day.
Josh is working on a comic book version of the staff schedule and showed me my sketch. I'm holding a flame thrower with a match in my mouth, like a metals super mama! Of course I love it. I teased Josh that administration would shut the project down because of the flame thrower and right then our principal came up behind us and got a sneak peak. He smiled and seemed to like it! Joe turns into the Hulk, obviously!! He has to finish Grace this weekend. We are all very excited to see the finished poster. It's one of the most fun aspects of our starting the new year!!
There was some emotion to the day. So many changes being tossed at us, no girls to check in with and no Bruce. At one point, I exploded in tears while talking with Joe about where to hang our purpose board in the photo lab. Luckily it was just Joe and I. Having friends at work I can cry with is the best part of the community of people I work with.
I've been thinking a lot about broken promises this week. A long time ago I promised Jessi I would take her to Paris before she turned 16. I took her to Italy and Greece instead of France, but the reality is that I broke my promise. I plan to take her to Paris still, but I missed the deadline. She reminds me occasionally of my broken promise and while I know it isn't something that comes between us, it's still what it is, a broken promise and those don't just go away. Today will always be a day I think about broken promises, knowing that wishing, hoping, forgiving, wanting or working won't do anything to help. Sometimes it doesn't matter how much you love, you can't change what is and broken promises can't be made whole again.