It feels like someone took a screwdriver (Phillips head, not flat) and jammed it into my spine, right between the points of my shoulderblades.
My Chiropractor can't see me until 1:45.
me An octopus has eight legs. An octet has eight instruments. An octagon has eight sides. And that, my friends, explains why October is the tenth month of the year.
That's the sound my spine made when Dr. Bogart TOUCHED it in the sore spot. Everything slipped back into place, and within two minutes my sinuses had popped and I could breathe again.
It's still sore, but it's not PAINFUL anymore.
Bless you, Dr. Bogart.
me It's weird to be able to feel your heartbeat in your spine.
Toinght, I truly understand what it is to be an educator.
Tonight, I watched my 'children' take strong, stable steps. And they were big steps.
Tonight, I was almost moved to tears by my Level II class.
I'm so proud that I could probably shit diamonds right now... yes, mixed metaphor, sue me.
This group is astounding. I'm truly impressed by the steps they're taking, and by the work they're doing. They GET it. And they USE it. And I'm proud of them.
I was scared when I accepted this class. My second semester teaching, and with ANOTHER new level. I can't believe how great this level is. It's a joy to teach, because they struggle, and then they leap forward. I've watched the frustration change to understanding. I've seen them smile when they realized it.
I can't believe it's just me. I told them tonight that they're doing MUCH better than I was when I was in Level II. They said, "Maybe it's the Teacher."
I *WANT* to believe that. And I'm sure that in part, it's true, but I have to attribute a good portion of it to them. They rock. Hands down.
