paper chain.

my paper chain tells me i have 8 days remaining in this student teaching placement.

after days like the past two, i am thankful for the number 8.

finding myself exhausted at the end of every day after working with defiant kids.

staying up late to prepare for the next, and even oversleeping due to a lack of rest. 

what will it take for me to slow down?

this all being over?

tanzania?

time itself is unchanging although what is required and consuming of our time changes. daily. moment by moment. 

time feels as if it has a grip on me now. 

time before the paper chain is completed. torn. and finished.

time i beg of you to slow yourself. to a speed where the things around me are no long a blur but a blessing. 

when will it stop.

when will i see.

when will i no longer have a choice.

but to slow down.