Extended Spring Break!

I'm excited about this extended spring break. There are so many things I want to accomplish; moving, finish planning my son's birthday, finish my son's scrapbook, and relaxing. However, I'm also kind of worried. Were suppose to finish the semester out online, but I'm worried about how it's going to impact the quality of my education. I'm also worried about field hours. I want to graduate and be a good teacher for my students, so i'm worried about not being prepared. I don't think i'm going to completely suck at it. I'll be as good as any first year teacher, i hope haha. I'm definitely thankful for an extension on this vacation because my life is so busy lately. So please don't get me wrong. I'm just wondering how all this is going to play out and what are the costs?

I also am worried about the health industry. My fiance works in medical sales, and he frequently assists doctors in surgery while they are using the products he provides. He was telling he fears that is this epidemic gets anymore out of hand, that it will affect his job. There have been rumors circulating about canceling all elective surgeries to conserve medical supplies. This is concerning for us because those are his surgeries. No surgery, no money. We're praying that things start turning around. I'm sure it will all work out, but sometimes the unknown can be scary.

All I know is tomorrow we are going to start moving tomorrow, and I'm looking forward to starting the day with my loves.

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