Tuesday, April 29, 2008

8.....8 more days...

ah ah ah ah...(said in my *best* Count voice. pinching myself to see if it is real. ANyone wanna help grade the mountain of papers I have piling up?

thought this might be fun
















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We went to A-Day

this past weekend. For those of you not acquainted, A-day is held by my soon to be alma-mater (SP, I know, and seriously pinching myself as I type that phrase, can it REALLY be true?) ANyhow, they bring a lot of the love stock out for you to see, and you can go on a wagon ride around to the barns etc. It is a lot more commercialized than it ever was, but it was still a fun day. Ethan was in all his glory, there were pigs everywhere. He would run from one stall to the other, (his pig in hand) and kneel down to visit the pigs. He saw baby pigs, big fat, ugly pigs... never mind the cute little chicks, bovines and huflangous horses. I have pics to post for you all to see, it was cute. The boys were estatic that the tractor pulling the wagon we rode on as none other than a John Deere. My boys (well one anyway) could have died right there a happy kid. Pigs and John Deere. What more can you ask for??

Monday, April 28, 2008

9 days left...

Can it be? I am walking around in a sureal dream. 9 days left of student teaching. 9. 9. can you believe it? I still can't. I mean it was hell, it was rewarding, there were days when I thought I would have a complete and total nervous breakdown. Serious. I said to my one class, hen they asked me if I was serious about a pretty hefty assignment I had given them. Student: "Mrs Wilson (still not used to that) are you serious?"
Me: "I am as serious as a heart attack."
Student: :you know, Mrs. Wilson (still feels odd) heart attacks aren't always that serious."

So I see the karma Gods have reincarnated my spirit into a 16 year old hormone-with-sneakers-boy. I cringe now. Although I have to admit I did giggle out loud. Mom tried to curse me with the mother's curse, you know the one "may you have one just like you", but that didn't work all that well, I didn't give her any trouble. My teachers on the other hand, were another story. Karma baby, just plain karma.
So, as I start to plan out my final two weeks, (and those of you that know me can stop laughing now thankyouverymuch), I got word today that the one principal is coming in to observe me on Wed. Wed. as in two days from now. AND, if he is impressed with my lesson plan, they will interview me. (no pressure). So crap. that means, I actaully HAVE to plan something out, so I look like a coherent adult that knows what she's talking about. ACK! (To borrow a phrase from Opus) So cross every crossable body part you own, (and even those that don't cross)and say a prayer for me to which ever God you pray to, that I don't fall flat on my face. 'Cuz ya' know the Karma Gods enjoy pissing in my oatmeal....

Sunday, April 27, 2008

I'm a yellow crayon?

thanks marlene...:) I read you are blue, so I took the quiz. Kinda cute, although, I will admit, I wasn't thrilled over all of the words...
So, lotsa things going on here, wich is why I have not been blogging, I have not had the time. (OY)
I am finished student teaching May 9th. Holy crap, am I really almost finished?
I soooooo can't wait to graduate may 24th.















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The clouds part and the smell of daffodils and daisies fill the air when you are around. Your sunny disposition cheers most, and makes others (the jealous and bitter ones) wish you'd never gotten out of bed.


 

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