I cannot find the articles to which I'm supposed to respond for my Drama journal due tomorrow morning at 9. I am frustrated and probably screwed. The only place I can think that I may not have looked (and that they might be) is the side pockets of my tote bag. Said tote bag, however, is at home, and I've all ready been there this morning looking for these articles. I thought they were tucked inside my journal dutoang, but apparently not. *sigh* And then there's always the paper that's due in that class tomorrow. It'll be an easy paper, just a response to our peer teaching experiece, but it's a pain to have it hanging over my head when I'm stressed about not finding these articles.
On another note, my mom requested that I get her some Valium this morning. Well, actually, she requested Prozac, but I told her that she needed Valium. There was a Russian construction worker at our house at 7:30 this morning and I thought my dad just might kill him. He was calling my parents' complaints about having no [shower stall, mirrors, closet doors or any idea of when any of them might be coming] a "sob story." I amscrayed, but apparently he was working dilligently by the time my mom left and had told her that we'd have a shower stall either today or tomorrow. Here's hoping.
Oh, and Happy Hallowe'en. I will neither be dressing up nor handing out candy, since the latter must be done at my old house and any costume I might have is currently caught in moving limbo. But Megan and Kate are dressed up as a pirate and a skanky kind of fairy, respectively, so there's still some festivity in my day. ^_^
10/31/2006
10/30/2006
Movement
It is Monday and I am considering school a refuge. The past five days have been insane. Wednesday, I painted. I got a fair amount of it done, but I still wound up priming the trim and painting it on Thursday and Friday, respectively.
Thursday, the movers came. 13 hours, many sore muscles and an astonishing amount of money later, almost all of our stuff had been transferred to the new house. And it was all in piles. Very disorganized piles. The upstairs great room and the downstairs rec room (or at least I think that's what we're calling it) were filled with furniture, boxes and a whole bunch of random stuff. I decided that we have an unhealthy amount of stuff. We went for Mikado and then I went to Peter's place to pass out, since my room was in too much disarray to sleep in.
Friday was better, in that I slept in and more or less just came over to the new house to paint the trim in my bedroom. Then I went to work, and it was boring. Stupid being out on the main CD floor on a Friday night. I read Fark for a while, but there's only so long you can get away with that. Then I went to pick up Peter and we went to the History and Classics Graduate Student Association (HCGSA)'s Hallowe'en party. It was at the Iron Horse, as last year, but this year there were a couple of scheduling snafus. We were supposed to have the entire second floor for the party, but they double-booked it. Something about a guy getting fired. Their solution to this was even less helpful--rather than just have the two parties sharing the upstairs, they opened it up entirely. There were lots of younger girls doing their best to show off their sexy costumes. There were three girls in tight orange miniskirts and wifebeater tanktops; I have no idea what they were supposed to be. I had a reasonable amount of fun, considering that we only wound up staying half an hour, but it was still a reminder as to why I don't make a habit of the Whyte Ave bar scene.
Saturday, things were back to being nuts. The dog came back from the vet, where he'd been staying while we did most of the work. He seems somewhat traumatized. He keeps trying to leave the new house, but on the occasions when we've taken him back to the old house, he wanders around wondering where everything is. Also, my dad had a fight with our pantry that had me hiding in the basement for most of the afternoon. See, when the shelves were being put in our pantry, my mom wanted fixed shelves, but my dad vetoed her and insisted on adjustable shelves. So, when my dad was putting food away, one of them collapsed. He did a great deal of cursing and snapped at me when I tried to get some lunch. My mom bought braces and my dad fixed the shelves in place himself. This took several tries, a great deal more cursing, and my mom breaking down in tears more than once. My dad is not a carpenter. First he put the braces on the wrong side of the shelf, then he was mistaken about where a wall stud was, then he had to recalculate the distance between shelves. As far as I can tell, though, he did in fact finish on Saturday, bit I'm not sure because I left to go to the birthday party of this girl named Pam. who is the girlfriend of Greg, one of Peter's officemates. I played Cranium for the first time. It was different than I thought, but very amusing.
Yesterday, I assembled furniture and got my room to actually look like a bedroom. I've now got an assembled new TV stand, complete with now-old TV, and an assembled bookshelf. I also unpacked most of my stuff, and I'm having trouble finding a place for some things. The storage closet I used to have was a lot bigger than this bookshelf, and I didn't have to worry so much about its asthetics, since I could just close the doors, unlike the bookshelf. So, as it currently stands, all of my furniture is in place, but there are half-unpacked boxes all over my room. I'm going to go sort them out later, after I've signed the copy of the IPP we'll be handing in on Wednesday. I have to go do that in an hour. Until then, I'm just killing time. Maybe I'll go to the zoo and chat with people...
Thursday, the movers came. 13 hours, many sore muscles and an astonishing amount of money later, almost all of our stuff had been transferred to the new house. And it was all in piles. Very disorganized piles. The upstairs great room and the downstairs rec room (or at least I think that's what we're calling it) were filled with furniture, boxes and a whole bunch of random stuff. I decided that we have an unhealthy amount of stuff. We went for Mikado and then I went to Peter's place to pass out, since my room was in too much disarray to sleep in.
Friday was better, in that I slept in and more or less just came over to the new house to paint the trim in my bedroom. Then I went to work, and it was boring. Stupid being out on the main CD floor on a Friday night. I read Fark for a while, but there's only so long you can get away with that. Then I went to pick up Peter and we went to the History and Classics Graduate Student Association (HCGSA)'s Hallowe'en party. It was at the Iron Horse, as last year, but this year there were a couple of scheduling snafus. We were supposed to have the entire second floor for the party, but they double-booked it. Something about a guy getting fired. Their solution to this was even less helpful--rather than just have the two parties sharing the upstairs, they opened it up entirely. There were lots of younger girls doing their best to show off their sexy costumes. There were three girls in tight orange miniskirts and wifebeater tanktops; I have no idea what they were supposed to be. I had a reasonable amount of fun, considering that we only wound up staying half an hour, but it was still a reminder as to why I don't make a habit of the Whyte Ave bar scene.
Saturday, things were back to being nuts. The dog came back from the vet, where he'd been staying while we did most of the work. He seems somewhat traumatized. He keeps trying to leave the new house, but on the occasions when we've taken him back to the old house, he wanders around wondering where everything is. Also, my dad had a fight with our pantry that had me hiding in the basement for most of the afternoon. See, when the shelves were being put in our pantry, my mom wanted fixed shelves, but my dad vetoed her and insisted on adjustable shelves. So, when my dad was putting food away, one of them collapsed. He did a great deal of cursing and snapped at me when I tried to get some lunch. My mom bought braces and my dad fixed the shelves in place himself. This took several tries, a great deal more cursing, and my mom breaking down in tears more than once. My dad is not a carpenter. First he put the braces on the wrong side of the shelf, then he was mistaken about where a wall stud was, then he had to recalculate the distance between shelves. As far as I can tell, though, he did in fact finish on Saturday, bit I'm not sure because I left to go to the birthday party of this girl named Pam. who is the girlfriend of Greg, one of Peter's officemates. I played Cranium for the first time. It was different than I thought, but very amusing.
Yesterday, I assembled furniture and got my room to actually look like a bedroom. I've now got an assembled new TV stand, complete with now-old TV, and an assembled bookshelf. I also unpacked most of my stuff, and I'm having trouble finding a place for some things. The storage closet I used to have was a lot bigger than this bookshelf, and I didn't have to worry so much about its asthetics, since I could just close the doors, unlike the bookshelf. So, as it currently stands, all of my furniture is in place, but there are half-unpacked boxes all over my room. I'm going to go sort them out later, after I've signed the copy of the IPP we'll be handing in on Wednesday. I have to go do that in an hour. Until then, I'm just killing time. Maybe I'll go to the zoo and chat with people...
10/24/2006
IPP, IKEA and SM/GM
I have taken the morning off to complete my portion of that evil IPP project. However, I have just realized how easy my portion is, so I'm taking some time off that to update my blog. I'm so responsible. ^_^
We moved stuff over to the new house on Sunday. I'm still kind of sore. The movers come day after tomorrow, which I guess means I should pack my clothes and stationary-ish stuff so that they can move my dresser and desk. I also went to Ikea on Sunday because they were having an anniversary sale. Of course, it applied to nothing I purchased, so my credit card is now maxed out. I am, however, the proud owner of a new bookshelf, TV stand and armchair. :-)
Oooh, I guess I _have_ to go paint tomorrow afternoon if I want to get it done before my furniture is moved. I'd do it tonight, but, after my IPP meeting, I have to do a case study paper for my Drama class. *sigh* At least that, too, will be easy.
In other news... I will actually get a paycheque of substance on Friday, plus a profit-sharing bonus sometime before the end of the month. I thought I'd already gotten it, but apparently it'll be a seperate cheque, so who knows... Oh, and the sales manager at my work who has been going crazy since our general manager left has officially been promoted to the new general manager. *sigh* A lot of people are very unhappy about that. And our Wells-Fargo machine that we use for putting through financing transactions to head office was stolen. It was behind the customer service counter next the the front doors and the cash tills. The sales/general manager went to look for it on Saturday morning and couldn't find it. He asked me where it was and I was like "How the hell should I know?" In retrospect, it was actually kind of funny. However, that's tempered by the possibility that it was stolen by one of the salesmen. They, especially the guy who's second in command at sales, have been saying that if the sales manager were to get the general manager position, they'd make it as difficult for him as they could. But I don't think any of them are stupid enough to steal the Wells-Fargo machine. Part of me is worrying about putting this on my blog, but it really is just wild and unfounded speculation and second-hand venting. Plus, the people at my work use MySpace--they have this network and everything--so I doubt any of them will bother with my little Blogger page. ^_^
We moved stuff over to the new house on Sunday. I'm still kind of sore. The movers come day after tomorrow, which I guess means I should pack my clothes and stationary-ish stuff so that they can move my dresser and desk. I also went to Ikea on Sunday because they were having an anniversary sale. Of course, it applied to nothing I purchased, so my credit card is now maxed out. I am, however, the proud owner of a new bookshelf, TV stand and armchair. :-)
Oooh, I guess I _have_ to go paint tomorrow afternoon if I want to get it done before my furniture is moved. I'd do it tonight, but, after my IPP meeting, I have to do a case study paper for my Drama class. *sigh* At least that, too, will be easy.
In other news... I will actually get a paycheque of substance on Friday, plus a profit-sharing bonus sometime before the end of the month. I thought I'd already gotten it, but apparently it'll be a seperate cheque, so who knows... Oh, and the sales manager at my work who has been going crazy since our general manager left has officially been promoted to the new general manager. *sigh* A lot of people are very unhappy about that. And our Wells-Fargo machine that we use for putting through financing transactions to head office was stolen. It was behind the customer service counter next the the front doors and the cash tills. The sales/general manager went to look for it on Saturday morning and couldn't find it. He asked me where it was and I was like "How the hell should I know?" In retrospect, it was actually kind of funny. However, that's tempered by the possibility that it was stolen by one of the salesmen. They, especially the guy who's second in command at sales, have been saying that if the sales manager were to get the general manager position, they'd make it as difficult for him as they could. But I don't think any of them are stupid enough to steal the Wells-Fargo machine. Part of me is worrying about putting this on my blog, but it really is just wild and unfounded speculation and second-hand venting. Plus, the people at my work use MySpace--they have this network and everything--so I doubt any of them will bother with my little Blogger page. ^_^
10/19/2006
Would You Like a Cookie-Cookie?!?
I just wrote the weirdest midterm. It was in my Assessment class. It went quite well, but, considering that it was a test on testwriting, there was a fair number of mistakes. For instance, one correct answer (C) didn't have a period after the C like A, B and D did. We were supposed to determine the taxonomical level of a hypothetical science class question, but two of the alternatives, including the keyed answer, were invalid. There was a grammatical error with one of the items pertaining to the article-noun relationship of the stem with one of the alternatives. Lots of little things like that--things which teachers do all the time, but that this class teaches us to specifically look out for and avoid. I thought it was kind of ironic.
I also did a group presentation of an article in my Policy Studies class today. It was gravy. We used a clip from "The Office," where they had "Diversity Day (take two)," since the article we were presenting was on "Culturally Responsive Classroom Management," and it was a hit. Steve Carrell is really good at playing a jerk. ^_^
Wow. My bedroom is right above the garage, so you can hear when the garage door opens and when the car door shuts and when somebody opens the door into the house and all that jazz. My mom just came home, and my dog didn't move from beside my bed until the garage door had finished opening, and, even then, he stood at the top of the stairs until my mom came in and shut the door behind her. Farley must be losing some of his hearing. I've noticed it in the past couple of years that there are things that *I* can hear better than he does, which is kind of disheartening. My puppy isn't a puppy anymore... :-(
Tomorrow is Friday and I have no classes. I do, however, have to work tomorrow night, but that's fine, since money is good. :-) I also work on Saturday, and neither shift is a cash shift! Yay!!! Lindsey Coulter told me today that there's going to be a huge rearrangement of the CD floor (again), and that this time we'll be getting back the extra space at the back of the Jazz & Classical room that has been dedicated to storing extra shelves for about the past year. Yay, more room! I wonder if this means that I'll be spending tomorrow night pushing shelves around and transferring CDs...
In any case, I am in a good mood right now. *does little dance*
I also did a group presentation of an article in my Policy Studies class today. It was gravy. We used a clip from "The Office," where they had "Diversity Day (take two)," since the article we were presenting was on "Culturally Responsive Classroom Management," and it was a hit. Steve Carrell is really good at playing a jerk. ^_^
Wow. My bedroom is right above the garage, so you can hear when the garage door opens and when the car door shuts and when somebody opens the door into the house and all that jazz. My mom just came home, and my dog didn't move from beside my bed until the garage door had finished opening, and, even then, he stood at the top of the stairs until my mom came in and shut the door behind her. Farley must be losing some of his hearing. I've noticed it in the past couple of years that there are things that *I* can hear better than he does, which is kind of disheartening. My puppy isn't a puppy anymore... :-(
Tomorrow is Friday and I have no classes. I do, however, have to work tomorrow night, but that's fine, since money is good. :-) I also work on Saturday, and neither shift is a cash shift! Yay!!! Lindsey Coulter told me today that there's going to be a huge rearrangement of the CD floor (again), and that this time we'll be getting back the extra space at the back of the Jazz & Classical room that has been dedicated to storing extra shelves for about the past year. Yay, more room! I wonder if this means that I'll be spending tomorrow night pushing shelves around and transferring CDs...
In any case, I am in a good mood right now. *does little dance*
10/17/2006
The New Busy
It is Tuesday at noon hour and I am at home doing laundry. Speaking of, I should go change the loads while I think of it.
Now that that's done, I can inform you that I've finally caught up on blog reading. I've been a little too busy lately to do that. Hell, I've been going three-day stretches without even checking my e-mail. That's just not a good idea... But, yeah, things are somewhat calmer now. I have to present an article on cultural diversity in my Ed Policy Studies class on Thursday, and I have to dedicate my weeked to doing my part of the IPP for Inclusive Ed, but that's not too much work. Oh, I guess I do have my assessment midterm on Thursday, too. Damn. Oh, well--the presentation doesn't take much, so I can fit both in tomorrow night. Although, I've just checked my work schedule, and I work Friday night and all day Saturday, so that will cut into my IPP time. God, I hate that course.
In happier, non-school-related news... ummm... Oh! I haven't mentioned yet that we've gotten possession of our new house! We got possession on Friday. The appliances were delievered yesterday and installed today. The guy who was supposed to put up closet shelves bailed, so that has to get finished. The vacuum system hasn't arrived yet, because we ordered it on Friday when we realized that the house came with all the plug-ins and whatnot, but no actual central system. I bought paint yesterday to repaint my room. And that's about it. Oh, wait, we're short one built-in soap dispenser. The one's there, but not the other. No idea what's going on with that. But my dad's out of town this week and my mom's been spending all her time at the new house. She has to work tomorrow, though, so hopefully that will temper her madness. Despite the list I just made of things that need to be done in order for the house to actually be inhabitable, it's looking great. The mud and construction surrounding it will take a bit more time, but it's not home without the beeping of tractors in reverse. ^_^
Now that that's done, I can inform you that I've finally caught up on blog reading. I've been a little too busy lately to do that. Hell, I've been going three-day stretches without even checking my e-mail. That's just not a good idea... But, yeah, things are somewhat calmer now. I have to present an article on cultural diversity in my Ed Policy Studies class on Thursday, and I have to dedicate my weeked to doing my part of the IPP for Inclusive Ed, but that's not too much work. Oh, I guess I do have my assessment midterm on Thursday, too. Damn. Oh, well--the presentation doesn't take much, so I can fit both in tomorrow night. Although, I've just checked my work schedule, and I work Friday night and all day Saturday, so that will cut into my IPP time. God, I hate that course.
In happier, non-school-related news... ummm... Oh! I haven't mentioned yet that we've gotten possession of our new house! We got possession on Friday. The appliances were delievered yesterday and installed today. The guy who was supposed to put up closet shelves bailed, so that has to get finished. The vacuum system hasn't arrived yet, because we ordered it on Friday when we realized that the house came with all the plug-ins and whatnot, but no actual central system. I bought paint yesterday to repaint my room. And that's about it. Oh, wait, we're short one built-in soap dispenser. The one's there, but not the other. No idea what's going on with that. But my dad's out of town this week and my mom's been spending all her time at the new house. She has to work tomorrow, though, so hopefully that will temper her madness. Despite the list I just made of things that need to be done in order for the house to actually be inhabitable, it's looking great. The mud and construction surrounding it will take a bit more time, but it's not home without the beeping of tractors in reverse. ^_^
10/13/2006
If Your Toes are Wet, You Have Experience, but if the Back of Your Ears are Wet, You Don't...
So I have survived my observation week. It went pretty well, actually, although I am freaking exhausted. My mentor teacher is good. When I come back, I'll be taking over his two Drama 10 classes. There are only four blocks in a day, and with few exceptions, every day is the same. One of the exceptions is music. The choir and the band are in the same class, so they just alternate days. The music teacher is rather, well, incompetant. I blew him out of the water. It was actually quite sad... Between the fact that he can't conduct a 3 pattern and the fact that half the kids in his one band class were wearing earphones, it just wasn't a good scene.
My mentor teacher teaches two Drama 10 classes, one Drama 20 class, and one CALM 20 class. Almost all of the courses are semestered. Drama 30 is next term. I have no idea how administrators think that Fine Arts courses can be semestered in high school. But that's a whole 'nother can of worms. The Drama classes are radically different from one another. One of the 10 classes does presentations about triple the length of the other, but has more problem students. The 20 class has a lot of skill and a lot of camraderie, but they totally don't keep their energy in check. One of them is totally one of the Weasley twins. The hair, the sense of humour... I keep expecting there to be another of him. He and some other Drama 20s tend to hang around for the afternoon Drama 10 class, so they're around for the second half of the morning, lunch hour and the first half of the afternoon.
My mentor teacher knows my high school Drama teacher, Agrell. Apparantly, Agrell has shaved his beard off. I couldn't believe it. My mentor teacher has a much more game- and activity-oriented approach to teaching Drama than Agrell did. I'm finding myself feeling less confortable in this format, since it's been a long time since I've been in a Drama class that was controlled as much as junior/senior high needs to be, but was also focused on creativity and group work and acting projects. All my university classes on those topics have had much less teacher discipline and have been more academic, so I just don't really know the setting I'm in as well as I'd like to. At least I get to teach a script unit in November. My mentor teaching seems to want to put a lot of emphasis on memorization. I guess this is kind of the flip side of the coin he's working with now. A lot of the scenes done by the Drama 10s have had ideas, but timidly spoken diaglogue because students didn't really know what to say as a character. In script, though, I worry that they'll just stand there with their faces screwed up in concentration and recite their lines in choppy bits. Then again, I guess that's what high school Drama courses are for--practice.
Oh, and one last thing: It takes half an hour to get to the school I'm at in Spruce Grove. It's pretty direct--Terwillegar Drive to Anthony Henday to Highway 16A--but still a long way. It takes me at least 50 minutes from my driveway to my classroom at the University in the mornings. That just... bothers me. At least I'm getting better mileage...
My mentor teacher teaches two Drama 10 classes, one Drama 20 class, and one CALM 20 class. Almost all of the courses are semestered. Drama 30 is next term. I have no idea how administrators think that Fine Arts courses can be semestered in high school. But that's a whole 'nother can of worms. The Drama classes are radically different from one another. One of the 10 classes does presentations about triple the length of the other, but has more problem students. The 20 class has a lot of skill and a lot of camraderie, but they totally don't keep their energy in check. One of them is totally one of the Weasley twins. The hair, the sense of humour... I keep expecting there to be another of him. He and some other Drama 20s tend to hang around for the afternoon Drama 10 class, so they're around for the second half of the morning, lunch hour and the first half of the afternoon.
My mentor teacher knows my high school Drama teacher, Agrell. Apparantly, Agrell has shaved his beard off. I couldn't believe it. My mentor teacher has a much more game- and activity-oriented approach to teaching Drama than Agrell did. I'm finding myself feeling less confortable in this format, since it's been a long time since I've been in a Drama class that was controlled as much as junior/senior high needs to be, but was also focused on creativity and group work and acting projects. All my university classes on those topics have had much less teacher discipline and have been more academic, so I just don't really know the setting I'm in as well as I'd like to. At least I get to teach a script unit in November. My mentor teaching seems to want to put a lot of emphasis on memorization. I guess this is kind of the flip side of the coin he's working with now. A lot of the scenes done by the Drama 10s have had ideas, but timidly spoken diaglogue because students didn't really know what to say as a character. In script, though, I worry that they'll just stand there with their faces screwed up in concentration and recite their lines in choppy bits. Then again, I guess that's what high school Drama courses are for--practice.
Oh, and one last thing: It takes half an hour to get to the school I'm at in Spruce Grove. It's pretty direct--Terwillegar Drive to Anthony Henday to Highway 16A--but still a long way. It takes me at least 50 minutes from my driveway to my classroom at the University in the mornings. That just... bothers me. At least I'm getting better mileage...
10/09/2006
*gobble*
Updating this thing. I am alive and doing reasonably well. I have to write my Dramatic Form paper today, though, because I've put it off for the past three days. I looked through an example-ish thing of what I'm supposed to do, though, and it seems ridiculously easy, so I'm not too worried. The biggest challenge/annoyance will be finding _books_ as sources, rather than other formats or medias. Silly prof with her archaic practices.
Thanksgiving dinner was last night and it was nice. There was just my parents and my brother and I, since Lindsay's not around and Peter went to Calgary. He should be getting back in a couple of hours now, I guess. There was pumpkin flan (pronounced "flawn"), which was essentially a pumpkin pie without the crust. I was quite happy about that. ^_^
I haven't done a test run out to Spruce Grove yet, but I really should. Either that or leave at six thirty tomorrow just in case. But I don't want to do that. *sigh* I don't particularly want to go out there at all right now, really, but that part's not up to me. I wonder what kind of work load I'll have this week...
As for the rest of my life, it's kind of on hiatus for a while. My friend Maura was going to have a party this past Friday in celebration of the end of midterm week, but nobody could come. I, personally, was working, which I wish I was doing a bit more of these days. I'm going to be getting a $30 paycheque on Friday. Let the good times roll...
Thanksgiving dinner was last night and it was nice. There was just my parents and my brother and I, since Lindsay's not around and Peter went to Calgary. He should be getting back in a couple of hours now, I guess. There was pumpkin flan (pronounced "flawn"), which was essentially a pumpkin pie without the crust. I was quite happy about that. ^_^
I haven't done a test run out to Spruce Grove yet, but I really should. Either that or leave at six thirty tomorrow just in case. But I don't want to do that. *sigh* I don't particularly want to go out there at all right now, really, but that part's not up to me. I wonder what kind of work load I'll have this week...
As for the rest of my life, it's kind of on hiatus for a while. My friend Maura was going to have a party this past Friday in celebration of the end of midterm week, but nobody could come. I, personally, was working, which I wish I was doing a bit more of these days. I'm going to be getting a $30 paycheque on Friday. Let the good times roll...
10/02/2006
Don't "Bernie" Me
Bad: The bus driver wouldn't let me on the bus today. Seriously. He just wouldn't open the door. I may write a letter of complaint.
Good: My mom, who came to pick me up, seems to be thinking of buying me a new car.
Bad: I'm very stressed, and so are my classmates. A couple people had mini freakouts/breakdowns in class this morning.
Good: My mom told me to make myself a hot chocolate when I got home.
Bad: We had no peppermint Schnapps to go with it.
Good: So I made myself a little citrus twist appletini before making the hot chocolate.
Bad: I spilled a large amount of the hot chocolate.
Good: What was left was still yummy.
Bad: I have to go write my paper on how technology affects classroom management now.
Good: If you discount my midterms, I only have one thing per night to worry about, now that I've gotten an extention on my Dramatic Form paper.
Good: My mom, who came to pick me up, seems to be thinking of buying me a new car.
Bad: I'm very stressed, and so are my classmates. A couple people had mini freakouts/breakdowns in class this morning.
Good: My mom told me to make myself a hot chocolate when I got home.
Bad: We had no peppermint Schnapps to go with it.
Good: So I made myself a little citrus twist appletini before making the hot chocolate.
Bad: I spilled a large amount of the hot chocolate.
Good: What was left was still yummy.
Bad: I have to go write my paper on how technology affects classroom management now.
Good: If you discount my midterms, I only have one thing per night to worry about, now that I've gotten an extention on my Dramatic Form paper.
10/01/2006
This Isn't a Blog, This is my Daytimer
It's 2pm on Sunday and I'm at school. I'm meeting with my group for my Drama peer teach thing on Wednesday. We're supposed to be writing up our part of the lesson plan for the activity we're leading, and I'm done, and one of our group memembers didn't have a laptop, so we have to wait until she gets back to continue with our meeting. We're teaching Movement and Improv. They're really easy to teach, at least.
I've got some articles together for my Empirical Classroom Management paper for my Policy Studies class. I'll be writing about the effect of technology in the classroom on classroom management. Exciting, eh? I should get most of that sorted out, though...
Let's see... After that, I have my Drama journal to worry about, since it's the next thing due that's not finished. I'll have to just grit my teeth and write it, I think, otherwise I'm going to get frustrated and long-winded about some of the more ridiculous articles my prof has given us to repsond to.
Then that afternoon is my Inclusive Ed midterm. I can't imagine how that would be terribly difficult, but I should study for it. All I basically have to do is choose the multiple choice answer that most closely resembles either the phrase "Other people are evil for not giving Special Needs students ways to be in normal classrooms," or the phrase "Special Needs students are wonderful and we recognize that with every moral and loving fibre of our being."
Once that's done, I have to finish my assessment items. I didn't think I had to specify the level of the taxonomy for each item, but I do. Boo. Once I finish with that, though, there's only the midterm for that class left. Yay! Well, and my Dramatic Form paper, but that's not due until next Tuesday--too far away to worry about now. And now our meeting's done, so I'm going to go home. :-)
I've got some articles together for my Empirical Classroom Management paper for my Policy Studies class. I'll be writing about the effect of technology in the classroom on classroom management. Exciting, eh? I should get most of that sorted out, though...
Let's see... After that, I have my Drama journal to worry about, since it's the next thing due that's not finished. I'll have to just grit my teeth and write it, I think, otherwise I'm going to get frustrated and long-winded about some of the more ridiculous articles my prof has given us to repsond to.
Then that afternoon is my Inclusive Ed midterm. I can't imagine how that would be terribly difficult, but I should study for it. All I basically have to do is choose the multiple choice answer that most closely resembles either the phrase "Other people are evil for not giving Special Needs students ways to be in normal classrooms," or the phrase "Special Needs students are wonderful and we recognize that with every moral and loving fibre of our being."
Once that's done, I have to finish my assessment items. I didn't think I had to specify the level of the taxonomy for each item, but I do. Boo. Once I finish with that, though, there's only the midterm for that class left. Yay! Well, and my Dramatic Form paper, but that's not due until next Tuesday--too far away to worry about now. And now our meeting's done, so I'm going to go home. :-)
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