Sunday, January 29, 2012

Major #3

Elementary Education and Early Childhood Education have me busy; but my third major has been the most demanding by far. My major in Procrastination has very extensive requirements such as maintaining a 4.0 in time wasting and constant professional development to keep up with the new, more unproductive ways to procrastinate.
Currently, the focus of this field is useless applications on one's ipad or iphone. The latest one that I have been using for the majority of my time wasting practice sessions is the app. "Instagram". It's basically an app. that lets people pretend they are up and coming photographers. I am currently getting an A+ in this form of procrastination. Here are the results of my studies:

Monday, January 23, 2012

To Be a Kid

The first couple weeks of student teaching have entailed some hard reality checks. It turns out that if I plan the way I've have been taught for the last 4 years, I will not sleep, eat, talk, walk, smile, etc. Also, mother nature has thrown a few more curve balls in there by prompting snow days, so it's just all a scheduler's nightmare. While this has been a hard adjustment to make and entails relearning teacher planning, I have had countless chances to be reminded of why I got myself into this spreadsheet-plan mess in the first place. A child's joyous, carefree, honest spirit is something that lasts for only a short period of time and can never again be attained. Isn't that something? I think God had a fantastic plan when making kids. He not only made it a very special, unique time, but added the endearing qualities that are so necessary for helping adults keep their patience when that one kid just won't shut up. :) Of course, sometimes the endearing qualities are simply not enough to remain patient and that's when you have to rewind, and remember what being a 2nd grader was all about. Snow days were like Christmas, time tests instigated panic, recess really should've constituted as a "favorite subject", you were immune to the cold in 5 degree temperature, and you may have confused the bathroom as a playground once or twice. It's both necessary to remember the mentality of a 2nd grader and appreciate it. It's such a sweet time in life and more often than not, I'm jealous of their outlook on things.

Will and I (and friends) were excited little 2nd graders while we went night sledding down the town's old ski slope. We not only remembered to appreciate the child-like spirit, but thoroughly enjoyed feeling like kids again. Of course, you can't fully get that child bravery back so I'm sure when I was 7, I didn't yell "We're going to die" all the way down or opt for a face full of snow just so I could bail early; but I still laughed my head off in a snow bank, forgetting about the snow in my boots and the cold in my hands.

Thursday, January 12, 2012

The Light at the End of the Tunnel

I can see it. I don't always remember that I can see it, and I wish it would shine a little brighter some days. But the light at the end of the long tunnel called "college" has been turned on. Week one of student teaching is nearing the end, and although there's been some panic and moments of overreaction - I think I'm going to make it through. I may bookmark this entry to keep reminding myself the light is on and I will make it there :).

(One of the) first days of student teaching. AKA my very last semester as a student.

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