23.8.12

Today:

This happened to my shoe while I was teaching.

 And I left my lunch here.


But I still had a fantastic day teaching and learning and tripping and being hungry.

22.8.12

Some nights, I stay up cashing in my bad luck. Some nights, I call it a draw.

I miss that song.
And the road.
And summer.
And my grandma and my mom and my dog and Travis.
I think being is Muncie is harder than usual for the following reasons:  1.  My time here is immediately followed by my trip to India instead of going home.  2.  Most familiar faces have disappeared with degrees.  3.  For some reason, I'm hungry all the time.

I miss these places and the way I felt when I was there.

Badlands

Rushmore

Canyon, the grandest in the land.

Buffalo

Cowboy




Yellowstone


Arches


21.8.12

Student Teaching Day 1: I ramble sometimes

(My students now know that my life's real purpose is to see a bear in its natural habitat.)
 
The last four years of my life have been leading up to this culminating experience.  I’ve got a great cooperating teacher, a closet full of dresses and a brand new coffee pot. 
Now if only I could plant my feet.
Student teaching is difficult because it exists in an undefined space.  My role is ambiguous.  I’m in charge, but I’m not in charge.  I’m a teacher, but I’m so very much the student.  

Teaching in a school with technology, paper, copiers that work and enough textbooks for every student is a new experience for me, as is teaching honors; and I am excided at the instructional opportunities afforded by these resources.  The infinite possibilities are thrilling!

Countdown:
9 weeks until India.
17 weeks until I graduate.
Holding my breath until then. 

I wore my Bunny pin for goodluck. I'm 99% sure that it was effective because I  didn't trip over the overhead cord.  Not Even Once.