** I am in no way claiming to be a great (or even good) writer and am feeling pretty vulnerable in posting this so please be nice. : ) ** I cried in my car today. If you are a teacher, you know this is not anything out of the ordinary. Sometimes we cry because we are sad after hearing about the home life of one of our students. Sometimes we cry because a parent was rude. Sometimes we cry because a student was just. so. defiant. And sometimes we cry because we are simply too stressed and overwhelmed with the 845,987 things we are expected to do by the 20+ students in the classroom at any given time, the parents, administration, and most overwhelmingly, ourselves. Today the tears came suddenly. I didn't have a list on my desk of the tasks I needed to get done or get a bad review from my principal. My brain just caught up to the fact that there is just so much to get done and the tears started flowing. As I tried to hold them back at a stoplight I looked down and noticed I'd