After a nice three-day weekend (thank you George Washington!) I went to bed and woke up this morning feeling almost sick with anxiety about being observed and evaluated by my Dordt supervisor in classes today. It didn't help that I had wasted the entire weekend with completely un-planning-related activities, so I felt highly unprepared. Waking up at five helped me be more prepared, but I was still nervous. My roommate prayed with me, which did help some, but my true inspiration came as I got into my car and turned over the ignition. Blasting through my much-abused speakers came the sage words of Angus Young, "FOR THOSE ABOUT TO ROCK, *FIRE* WEEEEE SALUUUUUUTE YOUUUUUUU!" I actually laughed out loud for joy, it was like they were singing to me. The wonderful thing about common grace is that sometimes it manifests itself as a beautiful sunrise, or an uncommonly long green light. And sometimes it manifests itself as AC/DC. Am I being heretical? I don't think so, but call me out if needs be. My evaluation went really well, by the way. I was so thankful. :)
I'm excited to meet these dwarf hampsters that I understand are now living in my apartment. But not as excited as I am about my roommate here getting a dog! Woo! I love dogs a lot. As long as they weigh more than 35 pounds and don't have smooshed up faces. And aren't annoying. Which apparently this dog is not, since he's a chocolate lab.
On the way home from school I decided that "Thunderstruck" is on my top five songs I need to hear performed live someday list. I'm going to have to decide what the other four songs on that list are, now. Ideas?
I'll be back on campus in two weeks!!!!
Tuesday, February 20, 2007
Wednesday, February 14, 2007
Take another look at the world right now
Today is the 95th birthday of a particularly excellent state. A state with world-famous sunsets (which Texas does not have). A state with a world-famous great big hole in the ground. A state with a nationally famous college basketball coach. A state with heart, and a state with soul. Viva Arizona!
That being said, today really blew some major chunks. For starters, we were basically the only school in the Kansas City metro to have school, everyone else was closed for icy road conditions and frigid temperatures. The icy road conditions affected my ability to stop at a particular stop sign as I ran into the back of the car in front of me, and the frigid temperatures affected my bare legs as I got out of the car in my skirt and struggled to stop shaking enough so I could write down my name and number for the woman I hit. Happy Valentine's Day.
Then I got to school, late and in a rather bad mood. I was greeted upon entering the building by a disgusting array of chincy Valentine's Day paraphernelia available for sale by the principal's daughter. I swear it was sort of like the money changers in the temple, I wanted to weave together a rope and start swinging, although much less out of righteous anger than bitterness at the way my day had started. My freshmen were in an equally bad mood, but they manifested it by intentionally being the biggest bitches possible. I don't know why they thought messing up my class would get their point across to the principal, but they went to it. I was still so flustered from my accident and being late that I didn't really have it together enough to start handing out punishments, so I resorted to asking the class to quiet down ever minute and a half. I'm such a pansy. Happy Valentine's Day.
During lunch, the senior boys I usually eat with got in a food fight that nearly manifested itself all over me, and yet one of the guys, who somehow got my cell phone number and was texting me all day, still could not understand why I didn't want to be his valentine. My real reason: he's just not that cute. Happy Valentine's Day.
I was at school until almost 4:30 trying to get grading done, and now I'm home trying to figure out what I'm doing with my classes tomorrow. Jonny (NO H, SO THERE) is working the bar at the restaurant where he works from noon until 10 PM, so no fun times for me tonight. Oh well. It's probably best, since there's a lot for me to do. Happy Valentine's Day.
I'm contemplating getting into the cooking sherry in the cupboard. But not really. I miss you guys with whom I'd be having fun tonight... I even miss you guys with whom I wouldn't be having fun tonight. Such a bitter post! I hope I can replace it with something better soon.
Happy Valentine's Day.
That being said, today really blew some major chunks. For starters, we were basically the only school in the Kansas City metro to have school, everyone else was closed for icy road conditions and frigid temperatures. The icy road conditions affected my ability to stop at a particular stop sign as I ran into the back of the car in front of me, and the frigid temperatures affected my bare legs as I got out of the car in my skirt and struggled to stop shaking enough so I could write down my name and number for the woman I hit. Happy Valentine's Day.
Then I got to school, late and in a rather bad mood. I was greeted upon entering the building by a disgusting array of chincy Valentine's Day paraphernelia available for sale by the principal's daughter. I swear it was sort of like the money changers in the temple, I wanted to weave together a rope and start swinging, although much less out of righteous anger than bitterness at the way my day had started. My freshmen were in an equally bad mood, but they manifested it by intentionally being the biggest bitches possible. I don't know why they thought messing up my class would get their point across to the principal, but they went to it. I was still so flustered from my accident and being late that I didn't really have it together enough to start handing out punishments, so I resorted to asking the class to quiet down ever minute and a half. I'm such a pansy. Happy Valentine's Day.
During lunch, the senior boys I usually eat with got in a food fight that nearly manifested itself all over me, and yet one of the guys, who somehow got my cell phone number and was texting me all day, still could not understand why I didn't want to be his valentine. My real reason: he's just not that cute. Happy Valentine's Day.
I was at school until almost 4:30 trying to get grading done, and now I'm home trying to figure out what I'm doing with my classes tomorrow. Jonny (NO H, SO THERE) is working the bar at the restaurant where he works from noon until 10 PM, so no fun times for me tonight. Oh well. It's probably best, since there's a lot for me to do. Happy Valentine's Day.
I'm contemplating getting into the cooking sherry in the cupboard. But not really. I miss you guys with whom I'd be having fun tonight... I even miss you guys with whom I wouldn't be having fun tonight. Such a bitter post! I hope I can replace it with something better soon.
Happy Valentine's Day.
Tuesday, February 06, 2007
It gets so hard to walk away
Ok, yes, the rumors are true. As of about the middle of last week, I have a boyfriend down here. For those of you who didn't hear the rumors, the same is true, but it's just a complete surprise. His name is Jonny, he's tall, smart, funny, athletic, and a goof. He also just found out that he has about a 50% chance of requiring brain surgery in the next few weeks. Awesome. So if you would pray for him, that would be excellent.
Ahh, 6:30 AM, an hour before I need to be at school. Student teaching has reawakened the morning person in me. I like waking up at 5:45, getting ready while drinking my peppermint green tea, listening to Bright Eyes, then dashing out to my car where I shiver as it very slowly defrosts. MOST satisfactory. Then I annoy my kids in homeroom by being chipper and cheery while they stagger in looking like extras from 28 Days.
My history unit has gone well, I give a test today which will tell me if it actually went well or if the contented understanding I read in students eyes was really a glazed stupor. Yesterday, however, I did have the strange experience of feeling that I was being remarkably boring, and there was nothing I could do to fix it. Bad times. I felt badly for my kids.
I'm really sorry I can't go to L'Abri. I had such a great time with it last year, but I'm starting up three new units in my science classes in the next week which will be much more complex than my one history unit... I know, you don't want my excuses. You guys will enjoy yourselves without me. But I'll miss being there. Boo. I'll also continue to miss drinking with all y'all, and valentine's day crazies with a few of you, and being continually inundated with interesting new applications of my last name...
Time to blowdry my hair! Wheeeeeeee! Grace and peace.
Ahh, 6:30 AM, an hour before I need to be at school. Student teaching has reawakened the morning person in me. I like waking up at 5:45, getting ready while drinking my peppermint green tea, listening to Bright Eyes, then dashing out to my car where I shiver as it very slowly defrosts. MOST satisfactory. Then I annoy my kids in homeroom by being chipper and cheery while they stagger in looking like extras from 28 Days.
My history unit has gone well, I give a test today which will tell me if it actually went well or if the contented understanding I read in students eyes was really a glazed stupor. Yesterday, however, I did have the strange experience of feeling that I was being remarkably boring, and there was nothing I could do to fix it. Bad times. I felt badly for my kids.
I'm really sorry I can't go to L'Abri. I had such a great time with it last year, but I'm starting up three new units in my science classes in the next week which will be much more complex than my one history unit... I know, you don't want my excuses. You guys will enjoy yourselves without me. But I'll miss being there. Boo. I'll also continue to miss drinking with all y'all, and valentine's day crazies with a few of you, and being continually inundated with interesting new applications of my last name...
Time to blowdry my hair! Wheeeeeeee! Grace and peace.
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