Enjoying basic courses, and Seattle's Finest
This semester, I am taking three introductory-level science courses.
"But why, madame?!" you may ask. "Do you not already have a B to the S? Did we not understand what FINISHED with undergrad meant?"
This summer, I begin a Master of Arts in Teaching (General Sciences), at the University of Alaska Anchorage. For to make them completely happy with admitting moi (they are already quite happy with the application), I must have 12 hours of every science there ever was. Thus the intro classes this semester. Thus also the "successful experience with adolescents" being garnered by moi-meme in substitute-teaching-land as we speak.
But to get to the point, I love my course material. Love love love love love. It's not just because I've been there, done that and could laugh and point fingers at the silly freshmen freaking out (were I the sort of person to do such things). It's also that, for once in my sad, sorry, college career. . . I have time to absorb and enjoy the content.
Don't get me wrong. It's a busy life, working three days a week and taking twelve hours (three classes and three labs), exerting mysterious mind control powers over Brett's creep, and exploring the Great White North with gusto. . . but seriously, I get to spend hours and hours every week just soaking in the joy that is my wonderfully overlapping course schedule and wondering at the universe. I'm in heaven.
Edit: However, when the ONE day of class you miss just HAPPENS to be the day your uber-controlling intro-level physics professor decides to have everyone do a 50 point in-class project. . . and he is confrontational and unreasonable when you suggest that there might be some way you could make it up with for even partial credit. . . well, that can definitely dampen one's spirits.
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In very slightly more earth-shaking news, I just got home from a great week with the Seattle-ites. Thanks for having a wedding, Jonathan! Every minute of it was glorious (though in future you should perhaps consider less energy-intensive excuses for people to visit). Mazal tov and mazal tov again, my friend.
I visited my first day spa and received my first henna on this trip, I earned and abused bragging rights for having ironed more types and sizes of fabric than seemingly possible in one half week, and I was party to mountains o' scones and sandwiches and tea. Most importantly, I was beautifully thrilled to enjoy some time with old friends and make some truly wonderful new ones.
"But why, madame?!" you may ask. "Do you not already have a B to the S? Did we not understand what FINISHED with undergrad meant?"
This summer, I begin a Master of Arts in Teaching (General Sciences), at the University of Alaska Anchorage. For to make them completely happy with admitting moi (they are already quite happy with the application), I must have 12 hours of every science there ever was. Thus the intro classes this semester. Thus also the "successful experience with adolescents" being garnered by moi-meme in substitute-teaching-land as we speak.
But to get to the point, I love my course material. Love love love love love. It's not just because I've been there, done that and could laugh and point fingers at the silly freshmen freaking out (were I the sort of person to do such things). It's also that, for once in my sad, sorry, college career. . . I have time to absorb and enjoy the content.
Don't get me wrong. It's a busy life, working three days a week and taking twelve hours (three classes and three labs), exerting mysterious mind control powers over Brett's creep, and exploring the Great White North with gusto. . . but seriously, I get to spend hours and hours every week just soaking in the joy that is my wonderfully overlapping course schedule and wondering at the universe. I'm in heaven.
Edit: However, when the ONE day of class you miss just HAPPENS to be the day your uber-controlling intro-level physics professor decides to have everyone do a 50 point in-class project. . . and he is confrontational and unreasonable when you suggest that there might be some way you could make it up with for even partial credit. . . well, that can definitely dampen one's spirits.
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In very slightly more earth-shaking news, I just got home from a great week with the Seattle-ites. Thanks for having a wedding, Jonathan! Every minute of it was glorious (though in future you should perhaps consider less energy-intensive excuses for people to visit). Mazal tov and mazal tov again, my friend.
I visited my first day spa and received my first henna on this trip, I earned and abused bragging rights for having ironed more types and sizes of fabric than seemingly possible in one half week, and I was party to mountains o' scones and sandwiches and tea. Most importantly, I was beautifully thrilled to enjoy some time with old friends and make some truly wonderful new ones.