Thoughts of the Moment

First Item of Business
Today was the last day of preschool. It makes me quite sad. All those children that I have just barely gotten to really know and who finally feel comfortable with us. Their sticky fingers, their little innocent faces, and their infectious smiles. I will miss them.
Now it is time to move on. Time to get to know some second graders. What a change that will be. Two-year-olds to seven-year-olds. Preschool to public school. I'm excited. And nervous. I don't know what will happen. What if I don't like it? What if I like preschool more?

Second Item of Business
Have
you
ever
just
wanted
someone
to
text
or
call
you
for
no
reason?
Just
to
say
"Hey,
How
are
you
doing?"

Third Item of Business I know the paragraph is long, but please read it.
Once upon a time, a girl wrote an essay. She wrote it for a ENGL 2010 class. Usually, she doesn't really like research papers. This one was different. Initially, she dreaded it and didn't want to write it. It was a completely different style than she had ever known so she didn't know how to go about it. One day, it hit her. She got an amazing idea and was actually excited about the essay. She wrote it. Edited it a whole bunch. Finally, it was finished. She turned it in to her teacher. Her teacher loved it and gave her an A+. Wow. The girl was very quite pleased. She was even more surprised when the professor announced that one essay from the class would be entered into an essay contest and read in front of a bunch of people. He picked hers. She was overjoyed. But kind of nervous. The essay content and subject was extremely personal to her. She wrote about something very dear to her heart. She read it in front of all those people. At the end, they called about six essay writers back up to the stage. Her name was called. These six essay writers were awarded $150 and were told that their essays were moving up to the next step of the judging. Wow. She never imagined that writing an essay for her English class would win her $150. Her essay didn't go any farther than that, it didn't get published. But, her father was so proud of it that he told everyone about it. His parents, doctors, neighbors. She doesn't even know how many people ended up reading it. She decided though, that even though the essay was very personal, it was alright that people were reading it. Hopefully someone found some kind of comfort or peace from it's words.

Well, I'm sure you can guess that this girl is me. I have been having the thoughts and feelings lately that maybe I should share this essay on my blog. My mind has argued back and forth for a couple weeks now and I still don't know if I have made my mind up.

So.....fellow bloggers, I want to ask you. Should I post it? Would that be something you would be interested in reading? It is kind of a long essay but maybe you might enjoy it. Let me know what you think.