What do you judge the passage of time by?
This is the first time I've posted an entry online since I lived in Italy. There was always something new and exciting to write about - I felt like I would burst if I didn't get it out in some sort of medium. I guess I stopped writing because I felt that every-day happenings couldn't compare. But there's something beautiful about the commonplace life too. Life can't always be full of exciting, magical experiences...but even if they're not exciting and magical...does that mean they can't be beautiful nonetheless?
So here's to the commonplace writer.
I have about a month more of summer vacation left before I begin my second year as a high school history teacher, a month before I move in with my longtime high school love, and a month until volleyball season is in full swing. Basically, starting in a month, you won't hear from me for the rest of the fall. This summer has been full of my first graduate courses at Ga State - and I have to say that I'm very pleased with my decision to go for the MA in History rather than Education. I love teaching - far more than I ever thought I would - but there's something so refreshing about learning in a class only for learning's sake. Not because I'll have to implement a technique in the classroom, or somehow be observed using new schools in the work place. I can't imagine using my newfound knowledge in Subaltern Studies or Marxist economics while teaching 90 hormonal 10th graders. I mean, can you imagine? But that doesn't take away from the fact that it is fascinating to talk with 15 other adults each week about that!
Trivia at Taco Mac (soon to be "Suburban Tap". What the...???) last night was fun, even if we did lose...BY A LOT! Tonight my roommate and I had a lovely time straightening my classroom and performing rather apathetic insecticide to a colony of ants in my closet. What can you expect when you've been gone for 3 months? Someone had to take advantage of the leftover sandwich (ewwwwww).
Before I forget, my illustrious roommate gave me the best compliment I have received in 3 months since the accident. (I wonder if I will always judge the passage of time by what happened "before the accident" and what happened "after". I think a lot of people do that with important events in their lives. For example: there's a "before and after graduation" time-line, "before and after Italy" time-line, and now "before and after accident." In the future: "before and after grad school?"; "Before and after first child?"; "Before and after overtake of the world???")
Me: "Look, illustrious roomie, at how well I'm walking today!"
Illustrious Roomie: "Yeah...you're right. You almost look...well...normal."
Me: Evil look in non-illustrious' direction
So here's to the commonplace writer.
I have about a month more of summer vacation left before I begin my second year as a high school history teacher, a month before I move in with my longtime high school love, and a month until volleyball season is in full swing. Basically, starting in a month, you won't hear from me for the rest of the fall. This summer has been full of my first graduate courses at Ga State - and I have to say that I'm very pleased with my decision to go for the MA in History rather than Education. I love teaching - far more than I ever thought I would - but there's something so refreshing about learning in a class only for learning's sake. Not because I'll have to implement a technique in the classroom, or somehow be observed using new schools in the work place. I can't imagine using my newfound knowledge in Subaltern Studies or Marxist economics while teaching 90 hormonal 10th graders. I mean, can you imagine? But that doesn't take away from the fact that it is fascinating to talk with 15 other adults each week about that!
Trivia at Taco Mac (soon to be "Suburban Tap". What the...???) last night was fun, even if we did lose...BY A LOT! Tonight my roommate and I had a lovely time straightening my classroom and performing rather apathetic insecticide to a colony of ants in my closet. What can you expect when you've been gone for 3 months? Someone had to take advantage of the leftover sandwich (ewwwwww).
Before I forget, my illustrious roommate gave me the best compliment I have received in 3 months since the accident. (I wonder if I will always judge the passage of time by what happened "before the accident" and what happened "after". I think a lot of people do that with important events in their lives. For example: there's a "before and after graduation" time-line, "before and after Italy" time-line, and now "before and after accident." In the future: "before and after grad school?"; "Before and after first child?"; "Before and after overtake of the world???")
Me: "Look, illustrious roomie, at how well I'm walking today!"
Illustrious Roomie: "Yeah...you're right. You almost look...well...normal."
Me: Evil look in non-illustrious' direction