Things
Sooo..... How are you? How are things?
Other than my life being consumed by student teaching, I'm good, thanks. I do enjoy student teaching and life, but not when they overwhelm one another and are completely inseparable. That gets a little intense. Meanwhile, I've been thinking about things... Mostly random, but still relevant.
I amazes me how everything in life can be related to and explained through Zelda. Seriously. It's a little eerie.
It amuses me when comedians laugh at their own jokes. They, if any one, should be the last persons to take themselves seriously.
My vocabulary is more extensive than I realized. At least it is from an eighth-grader's perspective.
I really am impressed by the students I teach.
Love is a big thing with lots of little parts to distract you. And vice versa.
Animals warm my heart. They are my warm fuzzy feeling. Awww....
I actually, honestly, truly am inspired by inspirational quotes. They do it for me. They really do.
Pessimism drives me crazy. What a miserable existence if everything is in a constant state of "suck." It makes the pessimist and those around him/her feel awful. What's the deal??
I still don't understand why I have dreams about cages and tanks filled with uncontrollable hamsters, gerbils, and fishy/aquatic creatures. W-E-I-R-D. Even for me.
I wish I could read without falling asleep. It's one of the most relaxing things, to read in a comfy spot... and to sleep in that same spot... *sigh*
I miss playing piano. The thrill of making music just by using my hands and fingers with the keys. Whoa. I really ache for it sometimes.
I am definitely an adult. I can't deny it anymore. I am 21 years old. I cannot blend in with a group of high school students, I cannot wear a size 7, and I am a millimeter away from being on my own. Then again, would I really want to go back to all that? With all this time I have learned and become so much more than I was, and I love who I am.
Yet, I will always be 12 at heart. In the deepest parts of my self I still love to think about thinking and to paint my nails in a rainbow of colors. I still want to give hugs away like candy and to sit in my room just doing stuff. I miss looking out my window to see the moon through my neighbor's tree. I wish I could walk to school again, memorizing the sidewalks and houses and streets. Somewhere I'm perched in the topmost branches of a maple tree in the backyard, and I'm looking... just looking...
Other than my life being consumed by student teaching, I'm good, thanks. I do enjoy student teaching and life, but not when they overwhelm one another and are completely inseparable. That gets a little intense. Meanwhile, I've been thinking about things... Mostly random, but still relevant.
I amazes me how everything in life can be related to and explained through Zelda. Seriously. It's a little eerie.
It amuses me when comedians laugh at their own jokes. They, if any one, should be the last persons to take themselves seriously.
My vocabulary is more extensive than I realized. At least it is from an eighth-grader's perspective.
I really am impressed by the students I teach.
Love is a big thing with lots of little parts to distract you. And vice versa.
Animals warm my heart. They are my warm fuzzy feeling. Awww....
I actually, honestly, truly am inspired by inspirational quotes. They do it for me. They really do.
Pessimism drives me crazy. What a miserable existence if everything is in a constant state of "suck." It makes the pessimist and those around him/her feel awful. What's the deal??
I still don't understand why I have dreams about cages and tanks filled with uncontrollable hamsters, gerbils, and fishy/aquatic creatures. W-E-I-R-D. Even for me.
I wish I could read without falling asleep. It's one of the most relaxing things, to read in a comfy spot... and to sleep in that same spot... *sigh*
I miss playing piano. The thrill of making music just by using my hands and fingers with the keys. Whoa. I really ache for it sometimes.
I am definitely an adult. I can't deny it anymore. I am 21 years old. I cannot blend in with a group of high school students, I cannot wear a size 7, and I am a millimeter away from being on my own. Then again, would I really want to go back to all that? With all this time I have learned and become so much more than I was, and I love who I am.
Yet, I will always be 12 at heart. In the deepest parts of my self I still love to think about thinking and to paint my nails in a rainbow of colors. I still want to give hugs away like candy and to sit in my room just doing stuff. I miss looking out my window to see the moon through my neighbor's tree. I wish I could walk to school again, memorizing the sidewalks and houses and streets. Somewhere I'm perched in the topmost branches of a maple tree in the backyard, and I'm looking... just looking...