That's lovely, Aimee.
Erin, if you've got your certification, that means you could, conceivably, start teaching in the fall and take the last 6 hours in the evening, right?
Never complain, never explain.
I like this. It's my new mantra.
Doom DOOM DOOM doom. Yay Jen! (I feel oddly like a cheerleader. I need pom pons now.)
Vision therapy went okay. She was pleased to hear Aidan sing twinkle twinkle mumble mum and was horrified by the loss of one of her toys-- which we found after she left, of course. I made chili for dinner. I have a massive headache. That's my story and I'm sticking to it.
It's all Jilli's fault. When Joe asks me what the hell I spent 200+ Pounds on, I'll just give him Jilli's number.
I bet I can distract him by asking about Emma. Or zombies.
sending out the ma~~ to katie B and the kitty whose name I have spelled three ways and they all look wrong
Jen, so doomed and it's fantastic!
...SHE DIDN'T FUCKING READ IT.
There must be something in the air. I had my final tonight (which I rocked on!) and stopped by my other prof's office to pick up my final project and paper. I emailed him yesterday to remind him that I'd be by tonight. Got there and he hadn't graded either yet.
He skimmed my 12 page paper, declared it great and gave me a 100 on it. Then, he skimmed my final project (a five part portfolio), gave me a wee bit of feedback, declared it great and gave me a 100 on it.
Now, I'm not gonna complain about the grades, but he in no way shape or form actually read my work. And, yes, this was an education class (secondary methods).
I passed all my education courses without learning very much, unfortunately. It left me severely unsuited to actually teach.
Massive jobma vibes to Katie and hang-on-happy vibes to Chloe.
Oh, my, yes, I am getting that feeling.
I got my M.A. in English at this school, and it went slick as snot. The School of Ed is...pretty fucking hellacious.
So my friend came over and brought junk food and cola, amongst other happy making, and talked me down off my rage. I'll just have to take those last 6 hours in the fall, when I start teaching. My advisor said I could take 6 hours of independent study with her, and write a unit plan. So, I'll just fill out a new FAFSA for the fall, or maybe with a new job, I can just (ugh) pay the tuition up front.
Still am GRRR, but more mellow, have-plan-grr. At least now I can stop dinking around with the portfolio -- it's done -- and starts sending out mad resumes.
