Stuck in the Real World Indeed.

Wow. What a week. And, obviously, it's only THURSDAY.  There are still 2 or 3 days left in this week, depending on how you look at it. However, it is the end of the week for me, because I am done with class til Tuesday. Hooray!

You have NO IDEA what a relief that is. Maybe you will feel my relief after seeing my schedule:

Tuesday: Observation: 7:30am - 3pm @ Columbiana Middle School
Wednesday: Class: 1pm - 4pm @ Montevallo
Thursday: Class: 8am - 11am and 12pm - 3pm at Oak Mountain Middle School.

(Do not ask me why we have graduate classes at a middle school. We are still trying to figure that out ourselves.)

Speaking of figuring stuff out. Wow. There is A LOT of stuff to figure out. Both of our professors bombarded us with info and notes and reading and projects, etc. I'm pretty sure the scared, tired faces I saw across the room were a mirror of my own face as the day wore on.

One of our professors tried to briefly discuss at least 3 different projects with us. Some aren't due until late October. It just made us even more confused.

The thing that kills me is having to sit in class for THREE HOURS per class. My undiagnosed ADD kicks me out of class at the 1.5 hour mark. Good think our professors decided to give us a 10 minute break at that point. Then we had to return from break for more project discussion. Sigh.

My mom said that is how most grad schools operate. How come I didn't know this?

For part of my 2nd class today I was in a great internal argument  with myself about staying in the program and if I was really supposed to be here.

I felt like God gave me a choice. It was to stay here and go to school to be a teacher or to go to Disney World and stay. I felt He told me I would be happy doing either and it was truly my choice.

Natalie asked me today, "So why did you choose to stay?"

Good question.

It's been a while...

Yes. It has been a while since I wrote. I have been crazy busy with grad school and it's only about to get crazier. I spent my Labor Day laboring over a minimum 2-page paper about my personal literacy history or something. In other words, reading and writing and how they have fit into my life.

Can I not do a paper about Art and how THAT fits into my life? Don't get me wrong, I love reading and writing (hence this blog), but I think Art fits much better into my life and my life as a future teacher of ART. Oh well. The professor said she would prove to us that even art teachers are teachers of reading and writing. I'll let you know if she proves it.

What am I doing up so late? I was over at a friend's, Natalie's, working on my paper with her and my other friend, Carla. Eventually, it was time to go home, so I took Carla back to her apartment where she had no power. I asked my dad if it would be cool if she crashed at the house tonight, since we have this paper due and she had NO AIR-- which, I know it's supposed to be cooler tomorrow... but still-- he said it would be fine. And he asked my mom.

I get home with Carla and my mom is perfectly nice to her. I go to ask my mom about how their drive back from Montgomery was and she is clearly ticked at me. I mean, I would've rather her just said "No" about Carla then her go to bed mad at me.

So that's really why I'm up this late. It's because I'm upset. I hate it when my parents are upset with me.

I understand that she's tired because she gets up early with my granddad when he's over, but continues to go to bed late. I'm tired, too, and she knows it. But really, just say NO! Carla said she could've found somewhere else, but considering it was 11:45 at night, it was going to be hard.

OK. I'm moving on from this in an effort to calm down so I can get some sleep. I need sleep. This week is going to be crazy, but next week is going to be crazier.

Next week, I start spending my Tuesdays in Middle School observing an art class. I have to be in the classroom at 7:30am. Guess who got stuck with the school 45+ minutes away? And guess who gets to start this on her birthday? Yep, Me. Joy.

It's exciting I finally get to go into a school, but did we have to start on my birthday? Oh well. Arg. There I go complaining again. Sigh.

I can still hear the wind blowing outside my window. That was some CRAZY wind tonight over at Nat's. Carla and I kept thinking a tree was going to come down on her apartment. When there was a big gust, we would all look nervously towards her kitchen window.

Luckily, no trees came down around my house, or Carla's, or Nat's. We are all safe and sound.

I'm sure a more productive use of this time would have been to actually be working on my paper... ha.

But I wanted to catch up on my blogs instead and I realized I hadn't checked them in a while and missed some really neat stuff, like Mollie's 30 Day photo project... which I'm totally going to do... even though I'll be starting as she's finishing. It will give me time to sit down each day and decompress from the craziness-- which seems to be a recurring word in this entry.

Craziness... I can get through it. :-)