I am ill and husbandless this week, but I feel surprisingly great about life. I think it's because I just watched You've Got Mail. Maybe I'll watch it again tomorrow.
I should probably back up a bit because I just used two adjectives to describe my current self that I wouldn't expect any of you to necessarily know anything about before now.
I am ill because I have had an increasingly sore throat since last Friday, and last night my body tacked a bit of congestion and wicked sneezing into the mix, so as of today, I am admitting that I am ill. I really want to skip school tomorrow, but I figure I can go one more day, especially since we have an observation to attend and I am the designated driver (not because we're drunk but because we don't all have cars). But here's the thing: I think humans have a tendency to overestimate their importance, especially when they get sick, because the world would totally go on spinning tomorrow if I never even got out of bed. And it's kind of freeing and kind of horrible to realize that, ya know? File that under "things to consider next time you're sick."
I am husbandless because Joseph is touring California with the Young Ambassadors this week. It is apparently the busiest tour ever planned because he has had naught but a few sporadic, 5-minute chunks of time to chat with me, and today marks the end of day seven out of ten. I am now, sadly, accustomed to the lack of communication, but that doesn't mean it's not still a bummer. Needless to say, I await with great excitement the moment on Sunday evening when we run into each other's arms from across the RB parking lot. He better remember to set down his guitar first...
Today at school, my cooperating teacher asked my partner and I whether we knew of any good way to make a quick invitation for a Valentine party. I pulled up Canva to show her, and then she asked if we'd just make one for her real quick. That was the moment I realized that student teaching might not be just about student teaching. I could talk more about that, but I think I'll not for now. Sorry for the cliffhanger.
But check out what we did!
Isn't a Valentine dinner for the widows of the ward a cute idea?? I like this Bishop Hanson guy already.
This is on repeat tonight for no reason except that I love it. That is reason enough, no? Yum.
I am officially in the real swing of this student teaching thing. Wanna know how I know that? Because I accidentally slept in until 9:40 today. (Class starts at 8:45, we have to be there at 8:15.) So you know what that means: time to switch alarms!
In all truthfulness, though, I think I slept in because I think I have the flu. It's mild and I'm combating it by eating nothing and drinking lots of water, which is working for me. (As Mom wisely told Mattea, "The less you eat, the less you can poop!") It didn't hurt that I got three extra hours of sleep last night, either, so kudos to my ears for neglecting to hear three alarms, two phone calls, and three texts just to give the rest of my body a little break.
Speaking of a break, did you guys know that high school students get, like, no breaks?? I forgot just how grueling it can be to sit in chairs all day for more than an hour at a time with only five minute breaks between classes. As student teachers, we spend the majority of the first few weeks just observing, and I felt like I needed a nap every day after school for the first week. Note to self: when teaching, find ways to break up the monotony.
I'm changing the subject now! (Joseph says I have a tendency to veer sharply from the subject at hand, sometimes mid-sentence, so I try now to give warning when I'm veering. There's your warning.)
My birthday yesterday was a pretty darn good one. I had a secret wish that my partner and I would be able to leave school early, and then we did. I had a secret wish that Joseph would be able to come home early, and then he did. I had a secret wish that I wouldn't have to make dinner, and then I didn't. And I had a secret wish that the pineapple I chopped up in the morning would be delicious, and then it was. Basically, all my wildest dreams came true before I ever even opened any presents! (More dreams came true during presents time, too.) It was a great day, and then it ended with homemade brownies, so it was a fantastic day.
Thought as of late: should I, or should I not, post a Facebook album of our wedding photos? I never did because I loved them too much to post to Facebook (I'm kind of a snob), but my sentiments have changed and now my only fear is that people will be like, wait didn't they get married forever ago? I guess I'd just have to say, "Yes, yes we did," and then we could all move on from the awkward. Anyone have anything to weigh in on this issue? I'm not mad if you don't. Just thought I'd ask.
This week I began my final semester as a student at BYU, and if you thought for one second that I wouldn't still write up my pre-judgments for my classes, then you were mistaken. Here's the thing, though: I only have one class because student teaching is one 12-credit-hour class, and you're not allowed to take anything else during the semester you student teach. So. Pre-judgments for my class, not classes.
Student Teaching :: My partner and I have been assigned to teach at a charter school, and this is the first time said charter school has ever accepted any student teachers. Now, we haven't met with the principal yet (that's tomorrow morning), but everyone else seemed a liiiiiiiittle wary of us today (except our actual mentor teacher, who is great fun). So there seems to be some extra pressure to prove myself although I'm sure that anybody I actually asked would be quick to say, "Nah, don't worry about it." Also, they have really strict rules that I'm worried about breaking (this dress code definitely puts my last job's dress code to shame). HOWEVER, the good news is that I'm scared enough of actually teaching real students for extended periods of time that I really can't afford to worry about much else right now. I'll just hope that my first impressions were faulty and tread water the best I can for now. Should be fun!
And come April 16, I will be done and graduated and licensed and whoa--adulthood is impatiently knocking.
Here goes nothing.
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