Last week was just one of those weeks.  The kind where I gave a detention to the entire class that doesn’t really care for me, only to have it revoked by the administration.  The kind where I walked around feeling dumb for doing what I did, yet not regretting it in the slightest.  The kind where I felt like a first year teacher with no experience and little knowledge.  Where I felt like I was doing absolutely everything wrong and I wondered why God placed me in this job.

This week was just one of those weeks.  The kind where I successfully complete my first semester of high school teaching (minus grading the final exams).  The kind where a veteran teacher said, “Good for you” for giving the entire class a detention when they wouldn’t hand over the phone that had gone off in class.  The kind where a senior thanked me for teaching them and told me that he had learned more in my class than in any other theology class thus far.  The kind where I made bon-bons for my classes.  The kind where I felt that I wasn’t doing absolutely everything wrong.

Praise the Lord.