Student Worries...

There is a student in my class...he sort of breaks my heart. He doesn't do his work, generally talks back when spoken to and gets some of the lowest grades in the class. However, he recognizes the fact that he does these things and says it's because he isn't intelligent. He speaks intelligently. My mentor teacher seems to have no interest in helping him. How do you motivate someone when you know they are capable of better things?

They Sell Packaged Shrooms There!

Anyone know why it's claiming I'm going to an Amsterdam Blog Conference on the 24th? Because I've never seen that button in my life. HTML also eludes me...

2 Legit 2 Quit However...

I think learning to teach is hard. Really hard. Because there really isn't anything to learn. Nothing that will prepare you for the real education world anyways. I can learn how to draw up lesson plans, prepare questions from Bloom's Taxonomy, memorize Vygotsky's educational pysch theories...but in the end, I just don't feel prepared. I get up in front of the classroom, and it all falls away. It's really the experience that seems to prepare you. I taught for the first time two week ago (a lesson on compound sentences), and everything I learned NOT to do from that session, I applied to this past Friday's. I might be armed with a lot of educational pedagogy and Language Arts tools, but in the end, all I can do is let experience be my true teacher.

I'm the kind of person who hates feeling helpless and unprepared, so...this is going to be difficult for me to work through.

That being said, what I'm working on:
*Finding a system for this blog that encourages me to use it as a tool AND an outlet
*My Educational Psych reflective paper. I've been procrastinating it and tried to work on it this morning but NOTHING.

Sicky McSick

Fever of 99.8, coughing, both ears swollen shut, congestion, achey, cough that rattles my chest, sore throat...I haven't been this sick in a long time. I'm prone to colds every single fall and winter, but this is just insane.

Though on the bright side...I usually have to take care of myself. I just drug myself stupid and sleep for two days straight...but now, I have a good guy who is WILLING to take care of me. It feels so good for once to have someone take care of me rather than me taking care of everyone. Thanks my dear. :-)

Black and Blue

So I went to Minster, OH for their annual Oktoberfest since my good friend Kurt is from the area. We had never been able to go before because every year, band got in our way. This year, it fell on the weekend the few of us who are still involved had free so off we all traipsed up to Minster for some beer-drinkin' fun. It was a fabulous time sans the part where I fell down the basement stairs and my left a$$-cheek is BLACK. I kid you not, I don't bruise that easily, and this bruise is the godzilla of all splotchy bruises. I've been staring at my butt in utter fascination this weekend because of the bruise...it grows worse as the busted blood vessels settle in for the long-healing haul. On the outside, I look just a little tired from the weekends festivities and shenanigans but deep down...my butt looks like I was beaten with a baseball bat.

On the way back to Cincinnati in between the sing-along with Heather's Disney CD's, the random topic of blogging came up. Heather commented that she wishes she had a record of things from her life...everyone asked me why I don't blog anymore. I do...except this blog has been kept a secret ever since the ex-President of my sorority read that I was having a very stressed out time and went to the Sorority sponsor demanding to know what was wrong with the sorority under my charge. That was enough of THAT. Anywho...I realized that it has become a chore for me to write and that needs to change. However, I have no desire to give up blogging and want it to NOT be a chore. I want write like I used to, spilling my guts all over the page (to a privacy degree of course) and enjoy going back to read my words and memories all over again.

Now to find that spark...I want it. I really do.