Spike ,'Smile Time'
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risque (and frisque), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
Okay, so the being-in-school-for-teaching was, what, three semesters of classes before you started student teaching? That's probably what mine'll be too, just thought I'd check.
Honestly, I think next semester I can arrange my schedule better -- not tutoring will be a big relief -- but this one is just so exhausting, with the school and work and tutoring and assisting. Gah!
Yep, three semesters, plus summers...but I was taking undergrad courses needed for my certification, as well as the courses for the MA.
3 semesters of observing, and now one semester of falling...er, teaching.
What undergrad courses?
The methods classes and the observations and student teaching. See, I didn't get any kind of ed courses when I did my BA and Ma in English, so I'm totally content worthy, but I needed to take all the nuts-and-bolts classes, like Ed Psych and Ado Development for my actual teaching cert process. No matter what kind of advanced degrees you have, you have to still get certified.
Then the MA courses are Curriculum and Instruction, which is theory and stats and curriculum development. Exciting.
Right, right, gotcha. All the Ed classes seem to be graduate-level at my school. At least, I think. Well, to get certified in MA you need to pass the test and to have a BA in the field you want to teach; I'm hoping the MA in CS will help, but I'll be taking some math classes too.
I have to pass a test, too the PRAXIS II. At $115 fucking dollars, plus $68.50 for an FBI background checks and fingerprinting fees. Not for the test -- for the licensure by the State of MO.
HAppy Birthday Laura!!
I skinned my knee and spilled some coffee, but landed with coffee cup clutched upright and unbroken in my upraised hand. Like a caffienated, bloody-but-unbowed Lady Liberty.
I love this image. LOVE it.
I think I skipped the intro of the PM site and at first I thought Prarie Muffin was some weird euphamism for goolie.
(I was kinda proud of myself...I mean, I've already broken one cup in a fall while teaching. Hell can have my knees, but not my goddamn dishes.)