My great aunt's dresser tells some pretty good stories.
About you? If only your couch could speak...
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My great aunt's dresser tells some pretty good stories.
About you? If only your couch could speak...
ChiKat, I get ya. I'm doing (almost "did"!) full-time, starting summer 2003, and it's been really hard. For example, I filed a whopping $7500 in earnings for 2004 (I spent $9000 on tuition) so it has been of the poor and of the suck.
My mentor teacher tells me of people he's mentored who have been holding down 40 hour a week jobs while they student taught; I honestly don't know how.
If only your couch could speak...
it would probably tell tales of Plei, Laura and JZ, actually.
My couch has all the luck.
My mentor teacher tells me of people he's mentored who have been holding down 40 hour a week jobs while they student taught; I honestly don't know how.
Holy cow! I don't know how, either. I'm doing good to take 6 hours/term and work 45-50 hrs/week. My plan is to work part-time while student teaching (and to be beltless while doing it). I don't think I could keep my sanity, what little I have left, otherwise.
I agree. I HAD to have a PT job (so I could eat, sometimes, maybe) but I was teaching 40 hours a week, and then spent proably 15 hours a week on grading, lesson plans, etc.
My house is so freakin' dirty, rats turn up their noses.
Rich women are cra. zee. $224.00 cellulite-reducing sneakers. [link]
Oh, fer sweet fuck's sake.
Plain ol' sneakers are the cure for cellulite...plus a big dose of who's looking at my ass anyway? cluesticking.
If there's time to lean, there's time to clean.
A McDonald's survivor?
We are talking about Outlook mailboxes, yes?
Oh wow, if you have tips on that, spill. Don't say the "D" word though, I'll break out.
Did a bunch of intermediary employee relations stuff today. The only person who cried was on the phone, so I could only say, "Don't worry, we'll get the bastards". Said bastards are two hours away from me, so they are temporarily immune from my wrath, but they'll have to meet with me next week, oh yes.
Now dinner with friends at my favourite italian place. Much untensing to be had.
Someone has made popcorn here in the office.
I now want popcorn.
This is not good.
thwump