I hate myself for this...
Ok, so I decided its time for me to finally get a live journal that I actually update once in a while. I've resisted out of pride and because I fancy myself too old for this kind of public complaining, but then I realized that a live journal doesn't always have to be about the negative things in life. And come to think of it, there are very few negative things in my life, and if I limited my postings to only the negative, then I'd have next to nothing to say.
I'm at home in New Hampshire right now...I had to get some bloodwork done in Lowell, MA. Negative #1. But only good can come from the results of these tests. I'll get put on the medication I need and that will be that. And even if I didn't catch this, nothing would be different. Anyway, I guess you couldn't categorize that as negative...now I'm getting into semantics.
Efe and I went down to Massachusetts with my family to attend the obligitory Labor Day barbecue. All was well until I saw my Uncle Sam (how very patriotic) who I haven't seen for three years. He was diagnosed with lung cancer three months ago and looks like a hallowed out version of himself. Its actually pretty terrifying. It made me realize that I should take better care of myself. I spent the summer losing 20+ pounds, and now I think I should make the effort to life a more healthy lifestyle in general.
My original intention behind this blog was so I could catalog my student teaching experiences. Since I am doing my internship and taking classes for my grad program at the same time, I think its important that I have this soapbox for reflection. Oh god, I'm turning into an CESS minion already. blah blah blah reflection. Everything about the college of Education revolves around reflection. Which I guess isn't a bad thing. I feel that one would implode without an outlet. Hopefully I have found one. Let see how long this lasts.
As part of my cirriculum, I am being forced to read an ungodly amount of books. Not only to I have 4 Young Adult books assigned a week for my class, but I have an extra one each week that is specific to me. In other words, I choose it myself while the other members of my class choose their own. THEN I have my kids. My wonderful wonderful young minds. I've been put in charge of reading group and vocab, so I've been combing through the book collection of Swift House (which may I add has hundreds of books, enough copies of each for 1 child. Its amazing) to pick out that one book that will change their lives. What an idealistic new teacher.
Current Book: HOOT by Carl Hiaasen.
A little boy struggles to save an endangered species of burrowing owl from corporate bulldozers. Written in typical Floridian Hiaasen style with environmental and adolescent metacognitive overtones.
Score: 8 out of 10
And remember...I'm always open to suggestions.
One of the greatest things happened to me today. For the first time since I graduated High School, I ran into my HS best friend Candice Desrosiers. I normally shun phony high school reunions, especially when they're puncuated with small talk about life post-college when you know all each of you are doing is sizing the other up to figure out who will be more sucessful. But not this time. I walk into the Village Bean, and I hear, "SNOT ROCKETS". I can say without a doubt that Candice has not changed one bit. She is still the beautiful, charasmatic, talented person that she was the night we made out for Jean Marc's birthday. Its nice to get back in touch with an old friend and rekindle that connection. It truly made my day. And then I went to Target. That made my day too. Oh, and my day was made again when I bought 6 new pairs of shoes. It was a good day in general. I'm such a lucky girl.
I'm at home in New Hampshire right now...I had to get some bloodwork done in Lowell, MA. Negative #1. But only good can come from the results of these tests. I'll get put on the medication I need and that will be that. And even if I didn't catch this, nothing would be different. Anyway, I guess you couldn't categorize that as negative...now I'm getting into semantics.
Efe and I went down to Massachusetts with my family to attend the obligitory Labor Day barbecue. All was well until I saw my Uncle Sam (how very patriotic) who I haven't seen for three years. He was diagnosed with lung cancer three months ago and looks like a hallowed out version of himself. Its actually pretty terrifying. It made me realize that I should take better care of myself. I spent the summer losing 20+ pounds, and now I think I should make the effort to life a more healthy lifestyle in general.
My original intention behind this blog was so I could catalog my student teaching experiences. Since I am doing my internship and taking classes for my grad program at the same time, I think its important that I have this soapbox for reflection. Oh god, I'm turning into an CESS minion already. blah blah blah reflection. Everything about the college of Education revolves around reflection. Which I guess isn't a bad thing. I feel that one would implode without an outlet. Hopefully I have found one. Let see how long this lasts.
As part of my cirriculum, I am being forced to read an ungodly amount of books. Not only to I have 4 Young Adult books assigned a week for my class, but I have an extra one each week that is specific to me. In other words, I choose it myself while the other members of my class choose their own. THEN I have my kids. My wonderful wonderful young minds. I've been put in charge of reading group and vocab, so I've been combing through the book collection of Swift House (which may I add has hundreds of books, enough copies of each for 1 child. Its amazing) to pick out that one book that will change their lives. What an idealistic new teacher.
Current Book: HOOT by Carl Hiaasen.
A little boy struggles to save an endangered species of burrowing owl from corporate bulldozers. Written in typical Floridian Hiaasen style with environmental and adolescent metacognitive overtones.
Score: 8 out of 10
And remember...I'm always open to suggestions.
One of the greatest things happened to me today. For the first time since I graduated High School, I ran into my HS best friend Candice Desrosiers. I normally shun phony high school reunions, especially when they're puncuated with small talk about life post-college when you know all each of you are doing is sizing the other up to figure out who will be more sucessful. But not this time. I walk into the Village Bean, and I hear, "SNOT ROCKETS". I can say without a doubt that Candice has not changed one bit. She is still the beautiful, charasmatic, talented person that she was the night we made out for Jean Marc's birthday. Its nice to get back in touch with an old friend and rekindle that connection. It truly made my day. And then I went to Target. That made my day too. Oh, and my day was made again when I bought 6 new pairs of shoes. It was a good day in general. I'm such a lucky girl.