Wow...it's been awhile
So, after.....wow....three months of no journal entries, I'm back. I wish I could say that a lot has happened in my absence, but no. Not really. Christmas happened. I started a new semester of school. Life is fine, good, not too exciting, not too dull.
Oh, and I got a cat. He was abandoned and I got the opportunity to bring him in, so I did. He is an awesome cat. He loves people, he's funny, and he's cute. He is white with a few black patches, and I call him Puffin. This is not related to his coloring, but it is in honor of Hugh Hefner and "The Girls Next Door." Holly, the #1 girlfriend, calls Hef "Puffin" and somehow this name just works for my new kitty cat. I love him bunches.
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I'm taking psychology classes this semester, and I got lucky enough to get into a cluster course of three classes (Educational Psychology, Human Development, and Education of the Exceptional Child). We meet once a week from 6-10 p.m. on Thursday, and my professor is absolutely amazing. I watch her teach and just pray that someday I can inspire and control a classroom in the way she does. She's so passionate about what she does and what she teaches, and I truly think this is the key to a good teacher. To be passionate and believe in what you do makes all the difference, no matter what profession you are in.
I cannot wait to be in the classroom. I know that I currently have a naive, idealistic, "I'm gonna save the world one student at a time" mentality, but how sad would it be if I were to go into this field jaded? I might be looking at this with rosy-colored glasses, but I know that buried in all the political mess that is currently our public schools, and buried in the uncountable behavioral and emotional problems, and buried in the lack of moral development in many youth - under all that there is just a child who is looking for guidance and wants to succeed. I want to be someone who can help with that by being supportive, or unlocking the beautiful language of Shakespeare, or seeing a kid come to light on stage, or just plain being there. I can't wait. It's what is getting me through the job I'm in now. For every dreary, bad, negative event in my current day to day life, at the very least I can say "Well, this is the last March 9th I'll be sitting at this desk." And the load is lighter.
It's gonna be an interesting journey for the next couple years. I'm going to be moving in with a friend of mine for a while to save money until I student teach next spring. At that point, it's back in with mom and dad as a 26/27 year old. Can't wait *sarcasm*. But, at least I'll finally get to move into my brother's room, which I always coveted (my brother is 35...so it's belated, but oh well). Then scrambling for a job and then finding out where I end up. So much up in the air. So much undetermined. But....I don't think I've been this excited for the next steps in my life since I was in high school and getting ready to go to college.
I'm going to tentatively say that I'll get back to updating on a regular basis. Hopefully with some more thoughtful posts, but it might be back to the mundane soon. We'll see.
To end off: It's my birthday. Doesn't that mean I don't have to work if I don't want to? I think so. Hence, my journal update. :)
P.S. My friend made me cupcakes. And some co-workers brought in German Chocolate Torte cake. And my friend took me out to lunch at Chipotle. And I'm going out to dinner tonight. I am firmly of the theory that God doesn't count calories on your birthday. Because that would just be mean.
Oh, and I got a cat. He was abandoned and I got the opportunity to bring him in, so I did. He is an awesome cat. He loves people, he's funny, and he's cute. He is white with a few black patches, and I call him Puffin. This is not related to his coloring, but it is in honor of Hugh Hefner and "The Girls Next Door." Holly, the #1 girlfriend, calls Hef "Puffin" and somehow this name just works for my new kitty cat. I love him bunches.
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I'm taking psychology classes this semester, and I got lucky enough to get into a cluster course of three classes (Educational Psychology, Human Development, and Education of the Exceptional Child). We meet once a week from 6-10 p.m. on Thursday, and my professor is absolutely amazing. I watch her teach and just pray that someday I can inspire and control a classroom in the way she does. She's so passionate about what she does and what she teaches, and I truly think this is the key to a good teacher. To be passionate and believe in what you do makes all the difference, no matter what profession you are in.
I cannot wait to be in the classroom. I know that I currently have a naive, idealistic, "I'm gonna save the world one student at a time" mentality, but how sad would it be if I were to go into this field jaded? I might be looking at this with rosy-colored glasses, but I know that buried in all the political mess that is currently our public schools, and buried in the uncountable behavioral and emotional problems, and buried in the lack of moral development in many youth - under all that there is just a child who is looking for guidance and wants to succeed. I want to be someone who can help with that by being supportive, or unlocking the beautiful language of Shakespeare, or seeing a kid come to light on stage, or just plain being there. I can't wait. It's what is getting me through the job I'm in now. For every dreary, bad, negative event in my current day to day life, at the very least I can say "Well, this is the last March 9th I'll be sitting at this desk." And the load is lighter.
It's gonna be an interesting journey for the next couple years. I'm going to be moving in with a friend of mine for a while to save money until I student teach next spring. At that point, it's back in with mom and dad as a 26/27 year old. Can't wait *sarcasm*. But, at least I'll finally get to move into my brother's room, which I always coveted (my brother is 35...so it's belated, but oh well). Then scrambling for a job and then finding out where I end up. So much up in the air. So much undetermined. But....I don't think I've been this excited for the next steps in my life since I was in high school and getting ready to go to college.
I'm going to tentatively say that I'll get back to updating on a regular basis. Hopefully with some more thoughtful posts, but it might be back to the mundane soon. We'll see.
To end off: It's my birthday. Doesn't that mean I don't have to work if I don't want to? I think so. Hence, my journal update. :)
P.S. My friend made me cupcakes. And some co-workers brought in German Chocolate Torte cake. And my friend took me out to lunch at Chipotle. And I'm going out to dinner tonight. I am firmly of the theory that God doesn't count calories on your birthday. Because that would just be mean.