Today was my last day, of my first year of teaching. The word tired doesn't even start to express the way my body feels. My neck aches, my eyes feel like they are bleeding, and it is taking every bone in my body to not collapse on my classroom floor and sleep.
But today, two 7th graders brought me the most colorful, sweet smelling, beautiful flowers I have ever seen. Each with notes that said... "Ms. Cox, you were the best art teacher I ever had."
Turns out...it's worth it.