After I realized that the trumpet call was for me and not NHS tappings, all I could think of is how much joy you all bring me every day. I felt nothing but warmth (and no, I did not pee myself early, thank you), and that is why I could not shed a tear. I can only smile. The honest (yet cheesy) truth is that working with such a witty, talented, and sweet group of students for the past four years (and every year of my career) truly is the greatest honor of all. This kid of mine will need a closet dedicated to the shoes it needs to fill. Your overwhelmingly wonderful gesture humbles me. I hope the speech I have to write for your graduation (which leaves me feeling a little...a lot...scared) makes you as proud as I am of you.
If you'd like to see the tweet and a picture of my ever-so-flattering smile, here you have it:
Congratulations to Mrs. Wojcik, senior class Teacher of the Year! pic.twitter.com/OXPcz37VwU
— RH Spirit Hawk (@hawk_pride) February 19, 2015
Good thing I washed my hair this morning. Oh, speaking of which, I dressed myself, too. Here you go:
Sweater: Old Navy (thanks, cousin Lisa!)
Top: Apt. 9 via Kohl's (thanks, Momma!)
Pants: Motherhood Maternity (thanks again, Momma!)
Note: the pants are actually gray, not black.
Earrings: New York & Co.
A few people have requested a bump picture. Ask and you shall receive.
Finally, it's not gas.