Student teaching is like halloween ... it's scary!

I am student teaching in a 4th grade classroom and today I had one of my professors observe my lesson from start to finish. This is a very intimidating process because the professor sits in the corner with a clipboard writing down all of the things wrong with your lesson. While she was doing this, my mentor teacher (the real fourth grade teacher) starts chatting a little with the professor. I tried not to imagine all of the horrible things they were saying about me. I was sure that my teacher wanted me moved to another class because I was useless to her. When my lesson was over the professor walked out of the class without saying one word. I was SO upset. I went back to my professor later to have a 'conference' about my lesson....I thought I was going to throw up. She brought her evaluation form and to my surprise and joy, she said only great things about me. She had no negative comments. She also told me that my mentor teacher LOVES me. I was so excited I nearly jumped out of my seat.
I have been stressing out about student teaching but now I feel like I can relax a little because I have proved myself as being capable of teaching. It is a good feeling to know that after 4 years of school you actually know what that you can put the knowledge to practice and can succeed out there in the 'real world'

Sorry

I would just like to say that I am truly sorry for anything I may have said or done while I was sick and cranky. I know that is no excuse for acting like a crazy lady, but it's all I have without admitting that I am a crazy lady. I just thank God that I have people that will put up with me and not run away when I am spewing fire.

tiny apartmets can seem big sometimes

Our apartment has 4 rooms. The kitchen, living room, Bedroom and bathroom. Now within this 400 square foot apartment my husband and I have claimed our territories. He likes the living room with his giant computer and giant tv and I like the bedroom with my comfy bed and books and laptop. They say that this happens over time, people tend to spend more time apart meeting their own individual needs so as not to get sick of each other but sometimes I wonder if this is the best thing. Really, I wish he was next to me on our comfy bed watching TV or reading while I write this blog and do homework. And I know he wishes I was out in the living room while he is surfing the web and looking up things to expensive to buy because he keeps asking me to come out there. However neither of us wish to give up our space and our time alone. We are both pretty independent people so it is ok but I guess I am feeling a little sad that we spent the day together .. but apart. I think I will go out there now and see what he is doing.

I am in love with penicillin

Man, I feel great! Aside from a raw throat (probably more from all the salt water gargling rather than the infection) I am feeling much much better. In fact, I feel better enough to worry about all of the things that I should have done over the weekend other than be ill. Homework, lesson plans, laundry, cleaning, and lets not forget getting the tags for my car. This was the one thing that I almost wish I had drug my self out of bed for. You see, getting my tags is rather an ordeal. This is because my car is still in my grandfathers name. I have to drive 80 miles to get the tags and my grandfather has to come with me to do it. Now, my grandparents have been calling me for weeks reminding me of this situation. Being busy with the wedding and school and work I pushed it to the back of my mind. However, I PROMISED my grandparents that I would come on Friday. I swore myself to it. But I could not keep this promise because I was at the health clinic (which by the way said I just had a virus...but that's another story). So all weekend my grandma has been calling my phone and all weekend I avoided her. Not just because I was sick, but also because I knew she would yell at me. I know, I am a major pansy. Anyway, since I felt better tonight I finally got up enough courage to answer her phone call. She heard that I had to go to the hospital and being a nice grandma she decided not to yell at me. So I escaped her rage for a while.

Shots in the Bum are not what I call a good labor day weekend!

A sunny day, perhaps a hamburger cooked on the grill, or even a refreshing semi-alcoholic beverage are all great ways to celebrate Labor day. Unfortunately, I am so sick that I had to go to the emergency room. They told me that in order to survive I would have to take 2 giant horse shots in a 'sensitive' area. Now, being one who likes to live, I decided to drop my pants and take it like a crybaby girl. I am feeling better now (about 6 hours later) so I guess it was worth it. Too bad hamburgers don't have the same effect as a penicillin shot. I gladly would have eaten more than my fair share.

Sick ...

I am sick today and let me tell you, I am no picnic to be around when I am sick. Let's just say I could be that head spinning girl on that movie. I feel sorry for my husband. He was up with me all night making me tea and bringing me medicine. He really is too nice. Not only did he not get any sleep, but he also had to work all day today. I hope tonight is better. However, I still feel horrible so I doubt it.