I just pigged out on watermelon. In April. It actually wasn't as good as the ones my mom and I pigged out on in March. You win some, you lose some. This one wasn't a loss. It just wasn't a blow-out using the mercy rule. And with a little salt, it was still too good for self-control.

Yay for living in a country where watermelon grows year-round!

Today we started standardized testing. My kids were incredible. They were patient and hard-working and silent outside the room and quiet inside the room. I was overjoyed to realize once again that I really do have the very best class of the 5th grade.

Four of my girls stayed after school to hang out at my apartment as a reward for good behavior. I took them to the cafeteria and bought them snacks. We attempted to "cook" something, but it was their recipe and something went wrong. It was basically warm, liquid sugar. So of course they still said it was good. I said it was gross. We watched Youtube videos and then I taught them how to play Phase 10.

It was all good until we realized there was some miscommunication about the time for them to be picked up... Let's just say one girl was picked up about 30 minutes late, and another was picked up about an hour and 40 minutes late!

I was just sad for her... That made for a really long day, and I know she was bored while we waited. I found it relaxing in some ways though. It was nice to sit outside and to be still and just talk to someone without being attached to a computer. I like her a lot. She wants to go to Johns Hopkins University and to become a plastic surgeon. I love when kids have big dreams, even when I know it's possible that God will change those dreams before they become reality...

I think I'm getting a little too caught up in counting down to the end. Last night's Esther study reminded us that those who wait on the Lord will renew their strength... not those who wait on an event. Only the Lord can sustain us until the end and renew our strength.

I've kind of been struggling with my principal lately. I've hit a streak where I feel like nothing I do is right. I've never been one to make a constant trail of mistakes... I'm not sure if the Lord is trying to use this to work on my humility or something, but I would definitely say that's what's happening. It just kind of stinks to feel watched at all the wrong times...

Okay... It's almost my bed time, and I still need to read some Psalms and a little bit of It's Your First Crush, Charlie Brown. Pablo loaned it to me. He wants me to read it to find out if I really like Peanuts cartoons.

Oh Pablo...