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| I am writing something new. And actually this is perfect timing, because I have some slightly important news. I am going to NY to speak at a huge seminar and get people to believe in Jesus and go see Andrew Happle!! (just kidding, that is Bill Roach). My reeeeeal news is, that after weeks and weeks of waiting for University of Colorado to look over my application that took three personal written reference letters, one trip to the sheriff's office, six pages of essay, my mom's tax info from 1977, and nearly 100 dollars of fees, they finally told me that they would like to interview me for admission! Here is the dish. This is a very lovely chance to get my Colorado public school certification in one year and get graduate credit, and be able to go to school part time for the following two years for a masters degree in educational psychology, so I can hang out with the bad kids for the rest of my days. Because I am finding in my student teaching that I mostly like to do that, but I like teaching as well. So the plan is to go to school so I can teach, or hang out with bad kids. Needless to say, I am very pumped, and very nervous, and Josh and I are skipping out for spring break on TUESDAY instead of waiting till FRIDAY to make this happen. mmwhahahah. Delightful! | | |
| well well well, for the last two days I have been an official student teacher. and i love it! I know how to get to the bathroom, the front office, the cafeteria, the copy machine (and how to use it). I led the social studies groups in starting their research papers when the teacher was gone. I graded some homework. I know that you are supposed to go to the cafeteria first thing in the morning and get coffee or green tea and chat with people. I know lesson plans are due on Mondays. But also I am the new girl! and it is just like really being new at school. the other teachers are nice and let me sit by them at lunch, but they are all eating "hot lunches" (as they call it in the biz) of some pressed meatsa sandwich and canned fruit and a carton of milk. I have a purple lunch box. it seemed exceedingly noisy today, as I was clanging it open and shuffling about for my spaghetti, apple, and fork, clanging and clanging and announcing that I am new and nervous. And I was so lame, because EVERYONE eats hot lunch if they are a teacher. And my purple lunch box with the cowboy which reminds "Buckaroos, it's lunch-time!" was kind of embarrasing to me, because we are not buckaroos anymore. We are educators. | | |
| bill, i got your message on my phone. i just thought i would mention that here, and say nothing else. | | |
| you are seriously actually posting on xanga. annalisa, tammy and i were in class for i thiiiiink 12 hours today. But i lost count. and we got to watch a sweet video. if there is anybody out there in the xanga world, encourage me that i am almost done and then i will get rich as a teacher and it will all be worth it. | | |
| the longer you wait to make a post, the less you want to. because it seems like nothing is important enough to break the silence. here are some simple joy plusses + i registered for classes on the last possible day
+ i found black cherry lime powerade at a store that previously did not have it
+ i got a paycheck
+ i am going to Denver tomorrow
+ i am not sick anymore
+ i have no urgent homework
+ chelsea and i just split a twix here are some minuses - i am slightly too warm in the library, and it makes my skin feel itchy
- chelsea is doing her homework, and not coming to watch me sort my laundry
- i have to do my laundry | | |
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