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"Your serious face is awful."

In the words of a very wise 7 year old I was told yesterday that, "Your serious face is awful." Granted, I probably deserved it. Ever since then and all throughout today I dwelled on the fact that 80% of the time my kids are teaching me more than I'm teaching them. Today turned out to majorly suck. Nothing went right and I wish I could say that some miracle happened where now all my kids are golden 100% of the time. I didn't want to get out of bed, my kids didn't understand double-digit subtraction, and my trouble kids were even more troublesome. By the time I got home I was in tears and my mother was consoling me as best as she could from over 2,000 miles away. They never tell you in college the reality of teaching. They don't tell you the emotions, the struggles, and the wishful thinking that all of my students could live happy lives. I did what I naturally do and I ate a lot of carbs. My jeans will regret it tomorrow, but for now, I do not have an ounce of regret. I was then reminded by my roommate about a service activity our ward was doing tonight. They were going to the rehab center in Provo for the elderly and so I decided to stop sitting in my misery and go sing some Christmas songs. I am so grateful I did. Christmastime is the best time of the year. There is so much to be grateful for and at the end of the day I have my relationship with my Heavenly Father and Jesus Christ to keep me sane.

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