Synopsis of life right now
-First and foremost: I am so tired. ALL THE TIME.
-My time is not my own during the week, but the weekends are my saving grace. I have looked forward to veterans day and the forthcoming three day weekend for over a week now. Today we had an assembly to honor the veterans of the area and it was the most cute/nauseatingly patriotic display I've seen in quite a while. Do you guys remember assemblies when you were a kid? Man, that shit was great.
-Student teaching is extremely lonely at times. I do what I can to get social interaction, and it's getting better...but sometimes there are many days when I don't see anyone but those in a cappella...and I simply cannot survive on such a schedule. If you miss me, leave me a message some time. Or write me a letter; let's be pen pals! I'm teaching letter writing in my middle school group, and all I can think of is how much I wish I got real letters on a regular basis. Pen pals are the bomb diggs, especially when you sign your letters with s.w.a.k (sealed with a kiss!!!)....man I was so cool as a kid.
-Overall I think I'm doing alright though. Today we went on a treasure hunt in my kindergarden group, and experimented with taste by decorating cookies with sweet, salty, and sour foods with my preschoolers during center time...and I felt like a pretty fun SLP. Other days, I am strapped for ideas and I wonder how I'll ever handle an entire caseload all by my lonesome. My supervisor gives me very little constructive criticism, but rather is just positive and helpful and invites me to go to card making parties (called "stamp camp"? what?!) with her and her teacher friends. Goodness lord, my future is laid out before me and it is slightly frightening.
-Today my first kindergardener of the day didn't show for her session, so I called down to her room to see what the deal was. Turns out she walked off the bus, wasn't paying attention, and walked straight into a pole. This little girl is me 16 years ago.
-I have to go to grad school right away, but I don't know where to go. Any ideas guys? It's scary and I don't want to do it, but it's probably for the best. I just don't want to be sad for 2 years, is all. I manage to get through all the work that student teaching so far with the knowledge that it is only 8 weeks of my life. What will happen knowing that it'll be so much longer? Will I make it? Will I be happy?
-Today I honestly referred to soda as pop in conversation. This goddamn western ny ridiculous school is permeating my psyche. I have also mastered the 100 yard teacher stare, and use it on my a cappella group and other unsuspecting victims when deemed necessary.
-Sometimes I can be really socially adept, and at other times I am so awkward it is painful. I don't really know the cause of this dichotomy, but awkwardness is my least favorite...and I left the bar tonight in a flash because it was permeating my being with such a force I could not handle. Sometimes it's just too hard to maintain conversations, and I'd just rather be sleeping. Or you know, updating LJ.
8 mother f-in days until disney world with my family. It's going to be absolutely beautiful. I'm going to drink myself all around the world in epcot; can't WAIT.
Exhaustion.
-Kris
-My time is not my own during the week, but the weekends are my saving grace. I have looked forward to veterans day and the forthcoming three day weekend for over a week now. Today we had an assembly to honor the veterans of the area and it was the most cute/nauseatingly patriotic display I've seen in quite a while. Do you guys remember assemblies when you were a kid? Man, that shit was great.
-Student teaching is extremely lonely at times. I do what I can to get social interaction, and it's getting better...but sometimes there are many days when I don't see anyone but those in a cappella...and I simply cannot survive on such a schedule. If you miss me, leave me a message some time. Or write me a letter; let's be pen pals! I'm teaching letter writing in my middle school group, and all I can think of is how much I wish I got real letters on a regular basis. Pen pals are the bomb diggs, especially when you sign your letters with s.w.a.k (sealed with a kiss!!!)....man I was so cool as a kid.
-Overall I think I'm doing alright though. Today we went on a treasure hunt in my kindergarden group, and experimented with taste by decorating cookies with sweet, salty, and sour foods with my preschoolers during center time...and I felt like a pretty fun SLP. Other days, I am strapped for ideas and I wonder how I'll ever handle an entire caseload all by my lonesome. My supervisor gives me very little constructive criticism, but rather is just positive and helpful and invites me to go to card making parties (called "stamp camp"? what?!) with her and her teacher friends. Goodness lord, my future is laid out before me and it is slightly frightening.
-Today my first kindergardener of the day didn't show for her session, so I called down to her room to see what the deal was. Turns out she walked off the bus, wasn't paying attention, and walked straight into a pole. This little girl is me 16 years ago.
-I have to go to grad school right away, but I don't know where to go. Any ideas guys? It's scary and I don't want to do it, but it's probably for the best. I just don't want to be sad for 2 years, is all. I manage to get through all the work that student teaching so far with the knowledge that it is only 8 weeks of my life. What will happen knowing that it'll be so much longer? Will I make it? Will I be happy?
-Today I honestly referred to soda as pop in conversation. This goddamn western ny ridiculous school is permeating my psyche. I have also mastered the 100 yard teacher stare, and use it on my a cappella group and other unsuspecting victims when deemed necessary.
-Sometimes I can be really socially adept, and at other times I am so awkward it is painful. I don't really know the cause of this dichotomy, but awkwardness is my least favorite...and I left the bar tonight in a flash because it was permeating my being with such a force I could not handle. Sometimes it's just too hard to maintain conversations, and I'd just rather be sleeping. Or you know, updating LJ.
8 mother f-in days until disney world with my family. It's going to be absolutely beautiful. I'm going to drink myself all around the world in epcot; can't WAIT.
Exhaustion.
-Kris