At the end of a long week (or even one shortened by snow days and delays, like this one) I must remind myself that my days are peppered with these moments. Because too often on Friday evening I only remember the sour taste of the many frustrations: lessons that fell flat, students who were unkind, that pile of papers I still need to grade. My challenge is to highlight the joy, to bring it to the top and savor it like cream, and help my students to do so as well.
And yet it is impossible to drink a cup of cream. Joy is best in small amounts, when surrounded by acidity.
