Showing posts with label schooliosis. Show all posts
Showing posts with label schooliosis. Show all posts
Wednesday, October 21, 2009
Professor Andersen
I just love it when people call me that. I went to a final meeting before teaching yesterday and now I have to make my syllabi and start prepping for the first day of class. I am so very excited. I should probably watch The Freedom Writers once more, before I begin. I just know that I am too idealistic. I am going to want everyone to love the class and have fun in it, but I know that most of my students are going to be aching to get out of the classroom. I have to maintain my current mantra and expect less. That seems to work, keeping my expectations low and then always being pleasantly surprised.
Wednesday, April 1, 2009
Bad Student
I didn't read a book that I am supposed to have read for my favorite class tomorrow. Up until now, I can say that I have faithfully made a point of reading all my homework. This book was impossible to find, and my teacher switched the date for the reading, disallowing me to receive the book on time from half.com. The only way that I can red it is through EBOOKS, but reading a 400 page book on the computer screen isn't an option. I refuse to read this book. It is not my fault.
I got my cap and gown today AND I ordered a class ring. I can't believe its almost over.
P.S. I know you are sick of hearing about my drinking escapades, but I went out with the girls last night and had a really good night. It was a much needed bitch-fest. Even though I have been hung over and nauseous all day, I find that I have been smiling and giggling to myself recounting funny things that were said or done last night.
I got my cap and gown today AND I ordered a class ring. I can't believe its almost over.
P.S. I know you are sick of hearing about my drinking escapades, but I went out with the girls last night and had a really good night. It was a much needed bitch-fest. Even though I have been hung over and nauseous all day, I find that I have been smiling and giggling to myself recounting funny things that were said or done last night.
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