I'm done.

I just got home from the last day of school before Christmas break and had a celebratory cigarette [I bought a celebratory pack of cigarettes on Wednesday - my first pack in a year and a half - no, I haven't started smoking again] and a glass of lemonade spiked with a hint of vodka [we were out of beer].

I went down to State the other day to fill out the paperwork and pay the fee for my credential. I'm officially a teacher.

All day today I had washes of sadness come over me. ANY time I looked at the girl with autism, tears flooded my eyes - she just sort of became this symbol for my whole Student Teaching experience.

I'm going to get something to eat, then go out for drinks with friends. I'll write about the last few weeks [including the SOLO WEEK - at least, from what I can remember of it...] in the next couple of days. Right now, I'm going to breathe, and ponder, and celebrate.

In the midst of an unspeakably exhausting week.

All will be revealed soon.

I just want it to be Friday at 1:50 pm...