Tough Guys Wear Pink.

Okay, so I take back the comment I made previously that I don't wear a lot of pink (because I don't want the girly label).  Pink is in...even for guys, which I find mildly amusing.  My cousin who's visiting from LA wore this t-shirt out the other day:

Okay, if tough guys can wear pink, Sherise can be okay to admit things like she's scared, and at times panicked about her coming time overseas.  My other cousin, who's 10-years old, learned what a tangent is.  A tangent is when you digress.  I like doing that.  So allow me to digress here...

I ran into a former student today while out for lunch with my relatives.  I always find it funny that when people ask what I do, I reply without hesitation, "I teach."  Oh, what grade?  College.  College?  Yes, college. 

Anyhow, after running into her, I realized that over the course of these last two years, I've probably had close to a hundred students. I'm reminded of the grace that has been supplied in the past, and the grace available to me as I assume my next teaching position.

In case you were wondering about the tangent, it's because one of my latest "freaking out episodes" is over being a competent teacher.