Tired, but happy

Perhaps I will be lucky enough to remember my early-20's as such: Dancing with Rebecca to the Kelly Clarkson music blasting on my school computer. I'm writing lesson plans in my classroom and my fellow TFA'er at the school is prepping hers across the hall. We are both staying after school long after everyone has left. I am writing until 7 p.m. That is when we both will go to the boy's dormitory and tutor our students until 8. After that, I'll go home to continue preparing for tomorrow's lesson. Our days are endless and my head cold from the first week of school says enough about the toll this is taking on my body. Nonetheless, it's moments like this when I am tired, but happy.