Ugh, the heat.

I feel so grateful to be in a charming little hotel room (everything is "Northwoods" themed) that can be as cold as I make it. I do miss Monty and Adam a lot, but I am not looking forward to the overheated construction zone that awaits.

My week has been great. I feel I am getting much more out of my workshop (the third part; my third consecutive year here) than ever before. I feel ready to make some much-needed changes in the structure of my classes, and I also feel more confident in general. I know that two years' experience certainly doesn't mean I've got it down, but it's amazing how much I've already learned.

Last night I was out on the Mississippi on a pontoon, and when we got back a live band was playing Reggae music. I pretty much have to dance if I hear any music, let alone live stuff, so I managed to drag some co-workers (including my assistant principal :) out there with me. It was so, so fun, and I can't remember when I've slept more deeply---. This area is very beautiful, and I feel fortunate for many things---most of all, that my district is so supportive of this great program and so generous in our accomodations/compensation.

There are many difficult elements of my job, and my district (every district has challenges, I know) is far from perfect, but this training is one of the greatest advantages. There is no perfect job. This is an awareness that has deepened in me slowly but is settling in with an odd sense of peace. Maybe I will be okay here.