The caffine-induced ramblings of a mad grad student...
(mad as in crazy, not angry)
First graduate class EVER - not bad at all. I don't know why I was so anxious, but Houghton really did prepare me well. I'm thankful for that. It is amazing - we never thought our requirements were outragious, they were our required courses. But in comparison to other schools, HC redefines "above and beyond", and it shows when you are in a room with other teachers or soon-to-be teachers demonstrating knowledge.
It was fun being amongst other teachers. There definately is a speak that goes with education that only educators understand. I rambled something off to Dan in the car this morning and he just looked at me. I forget not everybody knows our language. That's okay; now he knows how I feel when he says something about crazy things like shorting stock.
I didn't hear the word "pedagogy" once, which I am pretty sure I am thankful for. I haven't quite recovered from my senior portfolio yet. Sometimes I pull it out and smile... until I read the words "pedagogical knowledge" one too many times.
And this professor seems very interested in how the material learned effects your goals, views and opinions as a person and teacher, not so much if you can ramble off dates and psychological theories. I never was good at memorizing random facts.
So right now I'm feeling that a year of apprehension has been lifted and I can, in fact, do this and do it well. Granted, I've been to one class. And I have my crazy class this weekend. Or today, rather. I have class 5p-10p this evening, 8a-5p Saturday and Sunday. Only for 2 weekends out of the semester, though.
(Ever feel like a lemming?)
As for work, this is my last 9+ hour day! There will surely be exceptions, but I'm ready to be part time. Mentally, I'm ready for the break. Not so much finacially. But if I get a second job (which I don't really NEED... I'll still be making enough to pay for rent, bills and food) it will more than likely be in a coffee shop or art store or camera store. Imagine working for Hunt's Photo and getting discounts... *drools*
I don't think that would help my financial state.
So here I sit, tottering on the edge of madness and change. Once again.
And I wonder if I haven't piled my life too high, then remember I can't thrive if I don't have a thousand things going on.
First graduate class EVER - not bad at all. I don't know why I was so anxious, but Houghton really did prepare me well. I'm thankful for that. It is amazing - we never thought our requirements were outragious, they were our required courses. But in comparison to other schools, HC redefines "above and beyond", and it shows when you are in a room with other teachers or soon-to-be teachers demonstrating knowledge.
It was fun being amongst other teachers. There definately is a speak that goes with education that only educators understand. I rambled something off to Dan in the car this morning and he just looked at me. I forget not everybody knows our language. That's okay; now he knows how I feel when he says something about crazy things like shorting stock.
I didn't hear the word "pedagogy" once, which I am pretty sure I am thankful for. I haven't quite recovered from my senior portfolio yet. Sometimes I pull it out and smile... until I read the words "pedagogical knowledge" one too many times.
And this professor seems very interested in how the material learned effects your goals, views and opinions as a person and teacher, not so much if you can ramble off dates and psychological theories. I never was good at memorizing random facts.
So right now I'm feeling that a year of apprehension has been lifted and I can, in fact, do this and do it well. Granted, I've been to one class. And I have my crazy class this weekend. Or today, rather. I have class 5p-10p this evening, 8a-5p Saturday and Sunday. Only for 2 weekends out of the semester, though.
(Ever feel like a lemming?)
As for work, this is my last 9+ hour day! There will surely be exceptions, but I'm ready to be part time. Mentally, I'm ready for the break. Not so much finacially. But if I get a second job (which I don't really NEED... I'll still be making enough to pay for rent, bills and food) it will more than likely be in a coffee shop or art store or camera store. Imagine working for Hunt's Photo and getting discounts... *drools*
I don't think that would help my financial state.
So here I sit, tottering on the edge of madness and change. Once again.
And I wonder if I haven't piled my life too high, then remember I can't thrive if I don't have a thousand things going on.