What the hell is this mess? I'm strangely emotional this evening. I don't like it one bit. Got into a few verbal .... tiffs, shall we say? And for some reason, whether I'm the one pissed off, or the one being pissed on, I'm feeling pretty fragile right now. Like having PMS, but I don't. I'm dangerously close to tears. WTF is wrong with me? 24 hours ago I felt GREAT, like I could take on the freakin world. When I left work today, I literally felt like I was carrying a weight on my shoulders. Started to have those creeping thoughts, where every one starts with, "It's not fair...." What's next? I complain that no one understands me? What kind of emo shit is this??
I've got to channel my inner Spock and get this under control. Sooner, rather than later.
Friday, January 15, 2010
Don't Judge a Book by it's Syllabus
I can admit when I'm wrong. This week I pegged my Environmental Biology teacher as a jerk based on his syllabus. Last night the class started, and I was pleasantly surprised to find I was wrong.
The reason for not allowing kids or food in class is that we're at maximum capacity. Why? Because he feels bad turning people away who want or need to take the class, so he lets in more people than he should. He offered to review papers before grading them, to give suggestions on how to get a higher grade before the final turn in date. AND he believes in dimissing the class early, which is always positive in my book.
Last night I left school with a smile, thinking, Yeah, I can do this.
The reason for not allowing kids or food in class is that we're at maximum capacity. Why? Because he feels bad turning people away who want or need to take the class, so he lets in more people than he should. He offered to review papers before grading them, to give suggestions on how to get a higher grade before the final turn in date. AND he believes in dimissing the class early, which is always positive in my book.
Last night I left school with a smile, thinking, Yeah, I can do this.
Thursday, January 14, 2010
My First Day
It'll be a sunny day, as they often are at that time of year. Very warm. This is Chicago, after all. I'll drive, or maybe I'll take the train. I'll have been up for hours already, planning, projecting, hoping.
Hoping to make a difference. A connection. Well, maybe in the long run. But that first day, I'll just be hoping to make it through. Hoping that my excitement is contagious.
Today I was asked what I think about when I imagine my first day, teaching my own class. My first response was, "The first impression, of course." You see, I'm majoring in secondary education, my plan is to teach teenagers. Most people cringe at that thought. And let's face it, kids are like wild dogs, they can smell fear. So I'm hoping my first impression comes off as confident and capable. Not nervous and new. Anything but nervous and new. I wonder whether I'll land in a middle school, trying to teach pre-teens about the world around them. Or if I'll be in a high school, getting ready to talk about the constitution.
Or maybe I'll be a nervous mess, praying I don't puke on my way in.......
Hoping to make a difference. A connection. Well, maybe in the long run. But that first day, I'll just be hoping to make it through. Hoping that my excitement is contagious.
Today I was asked what I think about when I imagine my first day, teaching my own class. My first response was, "The first impression, of course." You see, I'm majoring in secondary education, my plan is to teach teenagers. Most people cringe at that thought. And let's face it, kids are like wild dogs, they can smell fear. So I'm hoping my first impression comes off as confident and capable. Not nervous and new. Anything but nervous and new. I wonder whether I'll land in a middle school, trying to teach pre-teens about the world around them. Or if I'll be in a high school, getting ready to talk about the constitution.
Or maybe I'll be a nervous mess, praying I don't puke on my way in.......
Monday, January 11, 2010
That Feeling
Do you ever just get that feeling, the one that tells you someone you have to deal with is going to be a colossal douche bag?
My Biology class is technically an environmental something or other class, and the instructor added a freakin chemistry book to the required materials. Why? Because he wrote it. Now, I tried to contact him to find out what book(s) were needed, because the bookstore didn't have it listed online. He didn't answer. The bookstore tried to contact him. No answer. WTF?
So we get an email today with the class syllabus, complete with spelling and spacing errors, that tells us twice there is no food allowed in class. Seriously? It's from 6-9pm - and he's not allowing any food? Lookee here, I work 9am (ish) - 6pm, using my lunch time to attend another class. Then I go to that class.... and all the while I'm not supposed to so much as open a granola bar?!
I get the feeling this guy is a total dick. This is not a happy feeling. I hope I'm wrong.
My Biology class is technically an environmental something or other class, and the instructor added a freakin chemistry book to the required materials. Why? Because he wrote it. Now, I tried to contact him to find out what book(s) were needed, because the bookstore didn't have it listed online. He didn't answer. The bookstore tried to contact him. No answer. WTF?
So we get an email today with the class syllabus, complete with spelling and spacing errors, that tells us twice there is no food allowed in class. Seriously? It's from 6-9pm - and he's not allowing any food? Lookee here, I work 9am (ish) - 6pm, using my lunch time to attend another class. Then I go to that class.... and all the while I'm not supposed to so much as open a granola bar?!
I get the feeling this guy is a total dick. This is not a happy feeling. I hope I'm wrong.
Sunday, January 10, 2010
Freezy With a Chance of Insanity
Woooosahhhhh
My school semester starts on Tuesday. Educational Foundations, Biology, Poli Sci. Yes, I've got a full plate, so to speak. There's a fundraiser meeting for the kids' school on Wednesday night - did I mention I'm chairing this? Who let me do something like that?! Who trusted my neurotic ass to handle this?!?! Anyway, right now I'm feeling the calm before the storm. Hubs is on furlough, so we're enjoying spending tons of time together (well, I'm enjoying it, I'm sure some days he would like to run screaming!) but nagging, in the back of my mind, is the running thought "next week, you will be sorry!"
*sigh*
Confession time. I. Love. Facebook. I do! I love getting to see pictures of my friends and family's children, even though they live so far away. I love being able to stay in touch and chat over the mundane, even with people I rarely - or never - see.
Last night we watched Cloudy With a Chance of Meatballs and it was hilarious. Laugh out loud funny. And the kids liked it, too :)
Oh. That's right. I knew I was forgetting something. I'm at work, I should really get back to it.....
My school semester starts on Tuesday. Educational Foundations, Biology, Poli Sci. Yes, I've got a full plate, so to speak. There's a fundraiser meeting for the kids' school on Wednesday night - did I mention I'm chairing this? Who let me do something like that?! Who trusted my neurotic ass to handle this?!?! Anyway, right now I'm feeling the calm before the storm. Hubs is on furlough, so we're enjoying spending tons of time together (well, I'm enjoying it, I'm sure some days he would like to run screaming!) but nagging, in the back of my mind, is the running thought "next week, you will be sorry!"
*sigh*
Confession time. I. Love. Facebook. I do! I love getting to see pictures of my friends and family's children, even though they live so far away. I love being able to stay in touch and chat over the mundane, even with people I rarely - or never - see.
Last night we watched Cloudy With a Chance of Meatballs and it was hilarious. Laugh out loud funny. And the kids liked it, too :)
Oh. That's right. I knew I was forgetting something. I'm at work, I should really get back to it.....
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