10. Seven months later + lead teaching + 30 credits + 95 page seminar paper = M.Ed. Secondary Education ( Read more... )

The undiscover'd country from whose bourn
No traveller returns, puzzles the will
And makes us rather bear those ills we have
Than fly to others that we know not of?- Hamlet, Act III Scene i ( Read more... )

Sometimes I catch myself wanting to huddle under the identification as my parent's daughter rather than my own person. I want to run away from the problems and hurdles being thrown at me, letting my parents smooth the way and me not have to lift a finger. I want to be that little girl that wore the dresses my grandmother made for me (having picked ( Read more... )

I have been struggling with something ever since graduation. I've felt.... off. It was why I reacted so badly to the Jack issue in the previous post, I think. I have been down in a way I couldn't quite put my finger on, and I wasn't satisfied with chalking it up to having to say goodbye to those fourteen kids I'd come to appreciate so much. It was ( Read more... )