so . . .?
My sister wants to go to school to become a massage therapist.
Thoughts?
I had a lovely day hiking at Pere Marquette State Park by the Illinois river.
I haven't looked at students' paper since Friday when I found 1 completely plagiarized essay and 1 partially plagiarized essay. After this discovery, Friday became a terrible day during which I was in a terrible mood, so I didn't grade. Saturday I continued not to grade because I was finally in a good mood and knew that if I graded, the bad mood wouId return and I would be too mean.
So Saturday was a lovely day spent knitting and watching "The Young Victoria" and reading fanfic. And today was spent in the sunshine looking at flowers in the trees. I think I've recovered enough from Friday to be kind during the presentations tomorrow and when I start grading tomorrow afternoon.
Spring is a time of renewed hope, right? At least the weather will be bad, so I'm not missing nice weather to catch up on the grading.
Anyway, the part of my mind that hasn't stopped worrying about my sister yet is now worrying about my sister again, but only a little. She's wanted to be a massage therapist for a long time, and I get the feeling the only reason she discussed being a Physician's Assistant or a Physical Therapist was because she knows that our mother looks down on massage therapy.
My recent decisions to teach and apply to PhD programs also involved such a process of overcoming my doubts about being an English person, so I'm glad that the sister accepts who she is and what she wants to do.
I think she will enjoy the challenge.
What do you think?
Thoughts?
I had a lovely day hiking at Pere Marquette State Park by the Illinois river.
I haven't looked at students' paper since Friday when I found 1 completely plagiarized essay and 1 partially plagiarized essay. After this discovery, Friday became a terrible day during which I was in a terrible mood, so I didn't grade. Saturday I continued not to grade because I was finally in a good mood and knew that if I graded, the bad mood wouId return and I would be too mean.
So Saturday was a lovely day spent knitting and watching "The Young Victoria" and reading fanfic. And today was spent in the sunshine looking at flowers in the trees. I think I've recovered enough from Friday to be kind during the presentations tomorrow and when I start grading tomorrow afternoon.
Spring is a time of renewed hope, right? At least the weather will be bad, so I'm not missing nice weather to catch up on the grading.
Anyway, the part of my mind that hasn't stopped worrying about my sister yet is now worrying about my sister again, but only a little. She's wanted to be a massage therapist for a long time, and I get the feeling the only reason she discussed being a Physician's Assistant or a Physical Therapist was because she knows that our mother looks down on massage therapy.
My recent decisions to teach and apply to PhD programs also involved such a process of overcoming my doubts about being an English person, so I'm glad that the sister accepts who she is and what she wants to do.
I think she will enjoy the challenge.
What do you think?