Wow, Blogger has become pretty snazzy since I last left it. Look at this, I can put videos from Youtube right into my post! Or maybe it's just me getting more technologically advanced... In any case, listen to these girls! I love them. They're so talented and good at harmonizing...and using empty containers as percussion. They only have 12 videos online, so obviously I just got done watching them all, and they're also just amazing musicians, playing guitar, ukelele, and piano. What am I even doing with my own life? I guess instead of crawling into a corner feeling sorry about my lack of talent, I should use these young girls as inspiration to actually do something with my life. At least that sounds good when I write it out.
Thursday, May 31, 2012
Inspiration
Wow, Blogger has become pretty snazzy since I last left it. Look at this, I can put videos from Youtube right into my post! Or maybe it's just me getting more technologically advanced... In any case, listen to these girls! I love them. They're so talented and good at harmonizing...and using empty containers as percussion. They only have 12 videos online, so obviously I just got done watching them all, and they're also just amazing musicians, playing guitar, ukelele, and piano. What am I even doing with my own life? I guess instead of crawling into a corner feeling sorry about my lack of talent, I should use these young girls as inspiration to actually do something with my life. At least that sounds good when I write it out.
Tuesday, May 29, 2012
Three months in one post
Let's see if I can remember how to do this...
Some people, who would remain anonymous if the few people who read this didn't know each other, have told me I should not let my little blog die. So after months and months of absence, lets see if revival is possible.
I'd say my life these past few months has been uninteresting and unbloggable, but I absolutely loved teaching sixth grade and every day was at least a little different. It's funny looking back at the little I did blog here about my student teaching, because the last time I was here, I was trying desperately to learn 85 names. I'm sure you've been dying to know this, but yes, I did successfully learn who everyone was. I even learned last names! And distinguished between the repeated "Bens," "Matts," and variations on Katherine. Can someone please cue the Sweet Victory song?
I also managed to teach an entire unit by myself! Although my mentor teacher supplied me with a lot of materials and advice. But it was kind of neat to become the teacher. And make judgement calls like, "Yes, you can go to the library because you forgot your independent reading book," or "No, you can't go to your locker to get your reading journal. Just use lined paper." Exciting, right? I even taught young, impressionable minds how to write a five paragraph essay...and then graded those five paragraph essays. I also got to come up with some great reason why watching the Pixar short "For the Birds" was relevant and necessary to a decision making lesson. (It's totally educational! Just watch it!)
The only regret I have--yes there is one, because life is not perfect--is that I never let my FLEX period class create their own flash mob dance to retaliate against the class across the hall, who barged into our room one day dancing to the annoyingly catchy Friday song. Oh well.
It's only been two school weeks since I left, and even though I've immediately embraced the go-to-bed-late-wake-up-by-noon lifestyle, I miss the kids and I miss the teachers I worked with. But I have a pile of hastily made glitter cards and a signed T-shirt to remember the experience by, and hopefully I'll get to visit some time before the year is over.
In any case, I'm now a Wellesley grad, living a boring life, waiting to find out if I passed my MTEL and get to become a licensed teacher. It seems a bit surreal that I'll never need to drive back to Wellesley again, or take a class there. The other day, trying to find my way to an office I'd never been to, I found myself back in the writing department, looking down a hallway I'd had many classes in, and feeling a little sad. The Wellesley bubble seems impenetrable when you're in it, but now, just like that, it's gone. I don't think I fully embraced the feeling of leaving everything until I was driving home for the last time, after graduation. My commencement speaker told us that there would come a September morning when we would wake up and miss it...miss going to new classes and receiving a new syllabus. I think I'm already ahead of schedule.
I guess it's just time I get a job, write that epic novel, and become someone worthy of Wellesley. Piece of cake, right?
Some people, who would remain anonymous if the few people who read this didn't know each other, have told me I should not let my little blog die. So after months and months of absence, lets see if revival is possible.
I'd say my life these past few months has been uninteresting and unbloggable, but I absolutely loved teaching sixth grade and every day was at least a little different. It's funny looking back at the little I did blog here about my student teaching, because the last time I was here, I was trying desperately to learn 85 names. I'm sure you've been dying to know this, but yes, I did successfully learn who everyone was. I even learned last names! And distinguished between the repeated "Bens," "Matts," and variations on Katherine. Can someone please cue the Sweet Victory song?
I also managed to teach an entire unit by myself! Although my mentor teacher supplied me with a lot of materials and advice. But it was kind of neat to become the teacher. And make judgement calls like, "Yes, you can go to the library because you forgot your independent reading book," or "No, you can't go to your locker to get your reading journal. Just use lined paper." Exciting, right? I even taught young, impressionable minds how to write a five paragraph essay...and then graded those five paragraph essays. I also got to come up with some great reason why watching the Pixar short "For the Birds" was relevant and necessary to a decision making lesson. (It's totally educational! Just watch it!)
The only regret I have--yes there is one, because life is not perfect--is that I never let my FLEX period class create their own flash mob dance to retaliate against the class across the hall, who barged into our room one day dancing to the annoyingly catchy Friday song. Oh well.
It's only been two school weeks since I left, and even though I've immediately embraced the go-to-bed-late-wake-up-by-noon lifestyle, I miss the kids and I miss the teachers I worked with. But I have a pile of hastily made glitter cards and a signed T-shirt to remember the experience by, and hopefully I'll get to visit some time before the year is over.
In any case, I'm now a Wellesley grad, living a boring life, waiting to find out if I passed my MTEL and get to become a licensed teacher. It seems a bit surreal that I'll never need to drive back to Wellesley again, or take a class there. The other day, trying to find my way to an office I'd never been to, I found myself back in the writing department, looking down a hallway I'd had many classes in, and feeling a little sad. The Wellesley bubble seems impenetrable when you're in it, but now, just like that, it's gone. I don't think I fully embraced the feeling of leaving everything until I was driving home for the last time, after graduation. My commencement speaker told us that there would come a September morning when we would wake up and miss it...miss going to new classes and receiving a new syllabus. I think I'm already ahead of schedule.
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I guess it's just time I get a job, write that epic novel, and become someone worthy of Wellesley. Piece of cake, right?
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