I’m sitting at school at 8 o’clock at night after the first of many 13 hour days at school. I feel warm.
I adore these kids.
Whether they know it or not, whether they choose to acknowledge it or not, I love every single one of them with all of my heart.
They’re full of energy and life and have found a way to find such joy in every moment spent with each other.
I am exhausted. I am exhausted after staying up until 3 last night, writing my heart out for the sake of college applications, and I am exhausted from a morning meeting at 7:30 in the morning, and I am exhausted from playing tennis in 100 degree weather, as always.
But I feel spent with great and loving satisfaction. I feel spent in a way that is only attainable in the presence of teenagers filled with a zeal that takes your own energy, multiplies it by 4, and shoots it right back at you.
Today was okay. It wasn’t superb, and nothing exceptional really happened, but a day like this is something special. The fact that I find a day like this– a day filled with such vibrancy on so many levels of a spectrum– is an average day in my life is something amazing. And I feel so lucky have this standard of existence. From creating a Congress in AP Government, to talking about college with Kiara, to playing tennis, to looping napkins through a strip of chicken wire meant for a float for 2 hours. This has been happening to me for the past 4 years of my life in some way shape or form and that’s amazing. I am so lucky.
Now here’s a video of some crazy kids singing at sunset. You gotta love ’em.
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