First ever post of a different font
I only have one day left of this semester, and I greatly feel like this semester was a huge waste of my time. I don’t have any of my final grades yet, but I anticipate getting at least two A’s and two B’s. As soon as I get my grades, I’ll complain as to how big of a waste the classes were. After this Tuesday, I’ll never have to drive to EMU again- at least not for any classes. I can’t wait to never have to go there again. The four years I’ve been at that school have been the most miserable years imaginable. In January, I start student teaching at Monroe High School. So, I’ll still technically be going to school, and I’ll be going to school during regular high school hours for at least 15 weeks. I’m working with a U.S. history teacher by the name of Mr. Henry. I met with him and observed his class a few times, and he doesn’t seem like he will be a big jerk like one of my last cooperating teachers. Plus, I have to work with this guy for about 500 hours, so he better not be a jerk. My graduation in April depends on if I can get along with this teacher- and, of course, if I can succeed at student teaching. I’ll be teaching at least one hour of the day: third hour U.S. history (1877-1945), and I don’t really know what I’ll be doing during the other hours of the day. I’m not really that excited about it, because I know it’s going to be a lot of work and consume enormous amounts of my time. I’m still going to work at Cracker Barrel at least 16 hours a week while being at MHS for around 40 hours a week (and I don’t get paid to be there).
I’ve been out of high school for about six years now, and it seems like things haven’t changed too much, although I’ve immediately noticed that MHS is far superior to Jefferson High School. They have more educational resources than conceivable; the school is basically rich compared to JHS, which doesn’t even have a functioning bussing system. Even the poorest Negro school in Detroit has busses, and it just shows the dilapidated state that Jefferson has become since I left there in 2001. MHS is, of course, about nine times bigger. And, it seems like high school girls have become considerably more whorish since I’ve last been there. I did some observation in a ninth grade class, and the way some of these girls looked just screamed “please make me a 15 year old mommy.” There’s essentially no enforced dress code at MHS, which is okay to an extent.
Hopefully, I can graduate in April. I sent out for a degree audit quite some time ago, and I never got it back. However, I’ve been arduously monitoring my classes for a few years now, and I know exactly what I needed to take. For awhile, I met with my advisor before registering for every semester, and once I got into the teaching program, they monitored my classes for me. I should graduate with 172 credit hours, thanks in part due to my double minor. It should actually be 175, but I never bothered to transfer over 3 credits from a MCCC class I took in fall 2004 (since I realized the class was a waste after it was too late). Conversely, if I never had to withdraw or repeat any classes, I probably would’ve graduated two years ago. If all the classes I ever took actually counted regardless of if I finished the class successfully, I probably would have over 200 credits.
There’s basically going to be no Christmas this year as far as I’m concerned. I don’t have any money to shell out gifts for anyone. I’m not just saying that to be a Scrooge; I really have no money. I won’t even be able to get Rachael anything until sometime in January (after she nags me to death). Rachael’s gone out and spent probably hundreds of dollars for gifts for family and friends. Who honestly buys Christmas presents for their friends? I’m glad none of my friends do that. I recall three years ago, Luke with Heather’s money said, “Did you want anything for Christmas?” I said, “No, because then I’d have to buy you something.” And, we agreed on no presents. I though that was the way most friends handled Christmas presents. The extent of our Christmas get-together is probably going to be Pete’s Garage on Christmas Eve. The way Rachael’s family does Christmas shopping sickens me. Her parents would go out and pick exactly what they want for themselves and then tell their kids to buy it for them. They went to Kohl’s, and her mom picked out some $100 worth of sweaters that she wanted for herself and then told Rachael that’s what she wanted for Christmas. So, Rachael went out and bought it.