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....