When I was in 3rd Grade at Woodside Elementary, I read a chapter book called Nothing Much to Cheer About. It told the quaint, 80s-esque story of Cheerleader-dates-jock, breaks leg, begins spending time with nerdy neighbor, finds happiness despite have "nothing much to cheer about."
Today, as I look at a pile of Master's assignments to begin, papers to grade, and miscellaneous forms to complete, I feel as though I have nothing much to cheer OR write about.
I completely understand how Cheerleader felt after breaking her leg.
MWM Turns 30
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