Tuesday, December 29, 2009

It's A Dog's Life

Mr. Slade and I had a bite to eat together the other day, and I started telling him about my dog, Beckett, who has . . . well, multiple issues. I have four dogs, and have done obedience competitions, agility, hunting trials, and run the show ring. However, Beckett has always been my problem child (see Beck's picture below). When I described how much I had learned from dealing with his various complications (both behavioral and health), Mr. Slade said, "sounds like a book to me." Now, in terms of being a teacher, what in the world do dogs have in common with classroom instruction? I don't meant to be degrading by comparing kids to dogs, but they do have much in common when you are teaching them.

Consider the following, and replace dog with student, and see if you make the connections:

1. Dogs by nature are generally good-hearted creatures; they want to please you.
2.Dogs need very clear instruction; if they don't understand the directions, it's usually the instructor's failure to make it clear.
3. Dogs need to know their boundaries, and they must be consistently reinforced.
4. Dogs need to know that consequences for undesirable behavior will never deviate.
5. The consequences for undesirable behavior must be fair and directly related to the infraction.
6. Dogs are much easier to train when good habits are formed from the start; it is much harder to break bad habits later on.
7. Dogs need more positive reinforcement than punishment. Dogs need to know when they are successful, and they appreciate motivating rewards when they perform well.
8. Dogs need to learn things in incremental steps. In pedagogical terms it is called "scaffolded learning"—building or reinforcing one idea and then moving on toward the next idea. The instructor must be aware of confusion and back-up to the point that they are on even footing again before moving on.
9. You can't assume that a dog will transfer knowledge from one behavior to a different but related task. The instructor must activate correlative concepts carefully. For example, if you have taught the dog to retrieve a toy using a "fetch" command, you can't assume he will understand that he should retrieve a bird with that same command. What may seem obvious to the instructor may be completely befuddling to the learner.
10. Don't show your frustration or anger when the dog is not performing well; he will feed off your negativity, and his anxiety will impede the training process.
11. When your dog is "emotional"— tired, overly excited, distracted, or not feeling well—don't push her to perform. You and your dog will both become frustrated if she can't concentrate. Work in brief time increments, take a lot breaks, and keep the instruction short and fun.
12. Perhaps this last is the most important:
Make sure your training techniques, rewards, and signals are logically related to the behavior you wish her to perform, and ensure that the environment is pleasant, safe, and comfortable. This equally true for human students. A teacher's intimidating blustering and unapproachable demeanor damages the learning relationship. Dogs and kids are far less willing to respond to learning in that kind of environment.

Trust me, some dogs (or kids) are easier to work with that others. Take my first obedience dog, Truffles. Smart as a whip; deviously smart. She can watch me working on a new concept with another dog and learn that behavior by just watching. While she's easy to train, she thinks she can outsmart me too. Truffles is the kind of dog that needs to be learning something new all the time, or she will get bored and start getting into trouble. If she thinks she is being neglected, she'll become sullen and pouty, which makes her difficult to work with (see rule #11). She might be compared to an extremely bright kid who needs constant stimulation in order to feel successful and happy. Kids that are finished with their work tend to start talking off topic and distracting students who are still working. The teacher then becomes aggravated, and it creates interruptions for the rest of the class during learning (ala my son's 6th grade science teacher—but that's another story).

Conversely, Truffles half-brother, Rumor, is extremely sensitive. Breeders often perform temperament tests on pups when they are six-weeks old in order to determine their personality types. I took Rumor to my dog trainer, Anne Jones, who helped me perform the tests on a litter of Irish Water Spaniels that I helped breed. Rumor was unsure of everything. He felt very anxious out of his familiar comfort zone. The final exercise of the temperament test is dropping two clanging steel bowls to the ground and timing how long it takes the pup to investigate the bowls (outgoing personality) or to recover from the noise by resuming normal behavior (reserved demeanor). Rumor never recovered. He was a basket-case. For the rest of them time I was there, he scuttled about nervously, creeping along on his belly and whimpering. Learners who are extremely unsure of themselves need lots of positive encouragement. However, it's usually best to ignore the dog's apprehensive or unresponsive behavior. Coddling is unproductive; remain upbeat and positive, and anticipate success rather than failure. Accommodating fearful behavior tends to validate it as a way of getting attention or to avoid uncomfortable situations. Hesitant learners may just need a slower learning pace. But instructors should never believe that a canine or human pupil is incapable of performing (see rule #2). I took the learning more gradually with Rumor and made the redirection and consequences of his undesirable behavior far more relaxed. With patience and consistency, Rumor has turned out to be a very capable obedience dog.

Then there's Beckett. I don't want to categorize him as unintelligent, but let's call him thick-headed or challenging instead. Getting into all the issues with training a creature such as Beckett is an entry in and of itself, so I'll save that one for a later post. I can then also discuss another training problem—attention deficit issues— using my dog "D" as a good example. Don't think I've got all this stuff figured out, not even close. However, I've observed that techniques that are successful with dogs can usually be applied as some form of behaviorism when it comes to humans as well!

Anyway, while it may appear to be inappropriate to compare kids and dogs, I think the connection is clear and valid. In fact, while I was writing all this, I thought of a few little tidbits to chew upon myself. But, perhaps that is yet another post. Right now, I've got a few holes to dig out of elsewhere.

Saturday, December 26, 2009

On the Flip Side

Well, Christmas was yesterday, and I'm moving to the flip side of the holiday season. Back to normalization, although honestly I can't really call myself truly "normal" anyway. However, what "normalization" means for me is a start back to my own classes at the university in about a week, and, perhaps, I will hear back about the tutoring position for which I interviewed last Friday.

Since I've not really been doing anything "teacher-y" since Winter Break started, I've obviously also not had much to report from the ol' orchard, but I do want to take this break in blogging to make one comment to all the other teacher-types that might read this blog: as hard as I try, I do occasionally find that I have a typo or two in my posts. Please accept these as a sign of a busy person, not as a reflection on my ability to write. It's always scary to be an English teacher and have other people reading your writing because everyone always loves to point out the mistakes we make. Accept my apologies in advance for my slip-ups, but feel free to offer constructive reminders if you catch some egregious error that I have not noticed myself.

Saturday, December 19, 2009

A Christmas Present?

Maybe there is a little Christmas magic in the air. I went to the job interview (for a 7th and 8th grade tutor) at the middle school yesterday and met with the person I'd be working with and then with the principal. Things appeared to go well and felt good, but they still have one other person to interview right after coming back from holiday break. The teacher said she'd let me know whether I get the position by Jan. 4. Sounds like something I'd enjoy, and she seems like a person with whom I can work well. The only drawback is that it is a long way from home. However, I don't have to go there everyday—just Tuesdays and Thursdays.

I have a computer to work on because I finally set up the Mac Mini that I bought my kids about a year and a half ago. I know now why I never set it up. It took four hours to get everything up and running. About :10 to take it out the box and wire the bastard together and another three hours ++ to work out all the issues with the wireless router network and multi-computer connectivity issues. Now all I have to deal with is the fact that my kids are fighting over who gets to use it first. When that happens, I just take it over myself—like am doing right now. I hope I can keep my kids from becoming little hellions over the next 14 days of Winter Break. Now that would be a real Christmas present.

Friday, December 18, 2009

Cloudy with a Chance of Employment

Just a quick jot here. My computer is frakked up, and I can't use my laptop. Therefore, I am down at the university using the library's computers on the last day they will be open before closing for holiday break. However, here's the big news: I have an interview for one of the dozen tutoring jobs for which I have applied. I decided to be proactive yesterday and sent out emails to the people that I thought might be the appropriate contacts at each school where I applied. I got a response from two out of the seven people I emailed. Not bad for the Thursday before school is out for Christmas break. Better yet, I got an offer to interview, which commences later this morning. I can't believe that I'm this jazzed about a $10 an hour job that is almost an hour away from where I live. Unbelievable economic times we're in, huh?

At any rate . . . I'm supposed to take my laptop over to the Apple Store tomorrow afternoon for service. It's bad luck and timing for me since my Mac G4 Tower just died too. God rest its little hard drive--8 long years of solid service. I'm going to go into CPU withdrawls if I can't get my laptop fixed tomorrow. So, until I can get access to another computer, I won't be able to update on the interview. Wish me luck.

Wednesday, December 16, 2009

Put on the Shelf

I spent today at my son's middle school (I'll call it "Abraham Middle") volunteering in the media center. Great media center and media specialist. I shelved books and helped students find books that appealed to them; I set them up to take their AR tests (Accelerated Reader) and researched information about books that could be appropriate for middle grades (lexile scores, reviews, etc.). I was there all day and had fun, and it passed quickly. I realized how much I miss working with the students when I am there with them.

When I came home, I checked all of my internet "addictions" (emails, blog, Twitter, Facebook, etc.), and in looking over the posts from my Facebook buddies, it became apparent how recent college graduates are also being put on the shelf at a time when they need to make money most (college debt combined with idyll time is not a good recipe). One friend wrote, "another useless resume droppage," when he was referring to applying for a job as a teacher right now. Sadly, the forecast for the job rate in our state is for unemployment to rise to 11% in 2010 with no discernible job growth until 2011. I guess it's good I've got plans to go to grad school. Yeah. . . Why not just go even more into debt?

Tuesday, December 15, 2009

Sympathy for the Devil

After some internal debate, I decided to send a holiday card to Elphaba just to let her know she didn't shut me down. Of course I wrote a card in the most conciliatory tone—just shy of sycophantic—but the underlying message was, "you played your little game, but you didn't ruin my name." Reminds me of the lyrics in the Stones' song:
"Pleased to meet you,
hope you guess my name/
But what's puzzling you,
is the nature of my game.
Coincidentally, Elphaba sounds sort of like Beelzebub (don't you think? as in the mosh-up Beelphabub?), which is also appropriate to these lyrics. I didn't plan that correlation—funny how that worked its way into my thoughts. As I said in my introductory post, there are some poison apples in the orchard, and Beelphabub has been one of them (see Witchy Poo and her poison apple above right). I shall, however, refrain from letting one rotten apple spoil my otherwise lovely orchard.

On a more festive holiday note, I sent thank-you cards to the principal and the assistant principal at City High and one of the other English teachers there, Mr. Pline. In addition, I decided to go ahead and send a card to "Coach Donahue"—the co-teacher in Beelphabub's class—who had given me some solid classroom management advice while I was at Hendrickson High. I don't expect anything to come from any of the cards I sent, but I figure it's just professional courtesy—something most people seem to overlook these days.

Monday, December 14, 2009

Rainy Days and Mondays

Today is both a rainy day and a Monday, so I guess that makes today a real downer.

I went to the Media Center at my son's middle school today for a "Volunteer Luncheon." I felt kind of guilty going to it since I've only actually volunteered one day, but it didn't stop me from partaking of the lasagne, garlic bread, salad, red velvet cake, cookies, and banana pudding (although I didn't have any of the pudding). The media specialist introduced me to the principal, "Dr. Darcy," and I reminded her (the principal, that is) that I had met her at the College of Education's Career Day for student teachers. She looked a little glassy-eyed at that prompt, which is not really disappointing in and of itself. However, I had also met with her last year specifically about my son and had recently re-introduced myself to her at a local Italian restaurant. Obviously, I'm not making any memorable impressions on people—either that or Dr. Darcy has a pretty stale memory. I'm going for the latter explanation.

I applied for two more tutoring positions with Cobb County today; I think that brings me up to nine tutoring positions for which I have now applied. I also registered myself on the "MYPSC" web page to get on board with the Professional Standards Commission's new online certification process.

While wasting more time in the internet-dead-head zone, I went poking around Mr. Slade's blog at Hendrickson High and saw some pictures from back when I was student teaching with him. I copied three pictures that were taken during my time with him there, and I realized that I look old. Well, I look older than I thought I did in my mind's eye. That's what really makes today a downer. I'll take the rain and Mondays instead of "old" on any day of the week.

Sunday, December 13, 2009

"Houston, the Eagle Has Landed"

Well, it's been a disconcerting few days. Our "grades" for student teaching were to have been posted by 10 a.m. Saturday morning, Dec. 12. However, when I checked yesterday about 2 p.m., my transcript reflected a "NR" (not reported). This was rather concerning because, to be honest, the paper I wrote that analyzed my semester of student teaching was a piece of garbage. That really is uncharacteristic of my normal overachieving nature, but considering all the issues and stress of changing schools and coming into student teaching mid-semester, I really didn't feel I had a wealth of material in which to develop an accurate, meaningful paper. So, I kind of cheated. I took last an old methods paper from last year and tweaked it to fit my student teaching paper.

I really didn't feel that guilty about doing that because I know for a fact that my professor didn't even read the last year's methods paper. I surmise that she didn't read this latest one either because there were some obvious and glaring errors in the report. For example, I forgot to change the profiles of the individual students in my paper; I described them as two 11-year-old females. That should have been a major red flag since I was teaching sophomores and juniors in high school, and generally they are not 11-years old. It demonstrates the level of competency in my education program in that I knew I would be able to get away with recycling an old paper. Secondarily, I suppose it may also indicate a lack of integrity and general scrupulousness all the way around— by extension, yours truly, unfortunately.

It poses another interesting question as well: does the fact that I was able to shirk a component in my student teaching promote the idea to teacher candidates that it is also O.K. to allow their own students to "work the system?" In some regard there is always a way to bypass red tape when following any prescribed process; it's just that it's rather disappointing to me. It breeds laziness and incompetency. Then again, this same game is what has just happened in the U.S. stock markets and banking system. This kind of slackadaisical attitude is what I've written about in my earlier posts: the system of education in this country is doing very little to promote a strong work ethic and, therefore, the posterity (and prosperity) of America is at risk. But, while I'm jobless and not teaching, I'll have plenty of time to contemplate these issues and "massage" them into something that makes some kind of sense to me. At the rate the economic recovery is going, I think I'll probably have plenty of time to do just that.

Anyway, earlier today I checked my transcript, and there is now finally an "S" (satisfactory completion) reflected on my student teaching. "The Eagle has landed." Now all I have to do is clean up the disaster zone that is my bedroom, which is full of leftover assignment sheets, lesson plans, books, and basic "teacher crap" that seems to be part and parcel of the the profession.

Thursday, December 10, 2009

Post Mortem

I had lunch with my friend and mentor Karly yesterday. Her basic advise was: You made it through [student teaching] and that's all the reflecting you need to do."

I updated my application to include seven postions as an AVID tutor in Cobb County. Seven. I've not heard a peep from them. I also added two more teacher references on my application profile—Mr. Slade and my CT from City High. I know that I'm more than qualified to tutor, for goodness sake. Today I saw there was also a tutoring position open at a high school, which I'd really rather do because it's more in my line of interest. I also renewed my sub/supply/parapro position in Paulding Co. It's such a bummer that at the time I'm getting ready to graduate no one is hiring. Economy blues. At least I don't have it as bad as some people in the country. For that I can thank my lucky stars.

Oh, interestingly, I saw that there is a new Supply English Teacher position open at—of all places—"Hendrickson" High. I guess Elphaba is working her magic. The teacher that is going to be out and needs a long-term substitute is one of the teachers that I knew Elphaba was trying to boot out. To give the perfidious little dear credit though, I did learn a tremendous amount from her, and I'll never forget the lessons I learned while I was there with her.

Wednesday, December 9, 2009

Did "Moby Dick" Harpoon My Lexile Score?

I've started volunteering in the media center at my son's school, and I went in today for the first time. The media center at "Canaan" Middle School is fabulous, and the media center specialist, Ms. "Teller," really knows how to entice the kids to read. She's set the place up as though it were a Barnes and Noble and not a traditional library with rows and rows of Dewey-decimalized books.

The kids there compete for reading points by taking AR Tests (accelerated reading) in order to earn prizes. Actually, the teachers compete for points as well, although I doubt there are any prizes for them. Ms. Teller put my name in the computer system so that I could take tests too. I've not read anything much lately that's on, *ahem*, a middle school level, but she did have classics such as Moby Dick and Shakespeare's works. Even though it's been about a year and a half since I last read Melville's tome, I took the test and literally missed half of the questions. They were only basic plot questions, but what a great way to show the media center people how well-read I am for an English teacher. . . Not.

Tuesday, December 8, 2009

Meeting at the Coffee Shop

The first day I actually met Elphaba, the English department chair and the woman who was to be my student teacher mentor, was the second week in June just after the previous school year had ended. The Brit Lit team was meeting in a conference room in the back of a locally owned coffee joint called The Daily Grind. When I got there, I noticed one of the patrons gave off a "teacher-y" vibe, so I approached her and introduced myself. Slowly but surely, the rest of the team arrived, and we assembled in the conference room. The first woman I had met, "Dani," led the team discussion since Elphaba hadn't arrived yet. She was meeting with a new teacher down the road at the high school and was going to be joining us later.

Eventually Elphaba came in; she was pleasant, but not gregarious; I introduced myself since it was our first face-to-face meeting. She was very polite and business-like, and she began the main discussion with the team—the new transition from Georgia performance standards as simply a curriculum guide toward the new "standards-based grading," which requires teachers to align the specific learning tasks directly to the standard that is being measured. The team decided that the grading categories should be split into three categories: reading, writing, and listening/speaking/viewing (LSV) skills covered in English/LA standards. The assignments would be worth either 100 points for summative assessments and 50 points for formative assessments.

The meeting lasted from about 10 a.m. to 1 p.m., and when it was over Elphaba drove up and her white Lexus with a gold trim package and unloaded a whole bunch of text books and other resources for me. She told me I could keep them since the County was moving to new textbooks the following school year ('10-'11). "Cool," I thought, "I'll get a chance to see what I will be teaching before the school year starts." She also gave me her heavily annotated copy of Brave New World, which is the novel she usually teaches in her British Literature classes. She handed it me saying, "Guard this with you life."

Yes. I did need to have my "guard" up for something, but it wasn't Brave New World.

Monday, December 7, 2009

Let's Back up to the Beginning

Since I started this blog near the final days of my student teaching, I'd like to back up and tell you how I started this whole experience. Let's begin at the beginning.

First of all, I wasn't even sure I wanted to do my student teaching this Fall semester. I had already applied to graduate school last spring and was accepted into the program. I debated whether to start my master's program this semester (Fall 2009) because the program only accepts new students in the Fall; the other choice was to go ahead and do my student teaching. I was still undecided at registration time in the spring so I decided to apply for a position as a GRA (graduate research assistant). If I didn't get the assistantship, I figured I'd go ahead and do my student teaching. So, decided to go ahead and fill out my student teaching packet. I made my preferred school selections and turned in the application for the student teaching "experience" for the Fall semester.

I was quite surprised that I heard back on my placement so quickly. In May, I got a letter from the placement office telling me that I was being placed at my first choice school—"Hendrickson High." A day or two later I got my first email from "Elphaba"—little did I realize that she was the wicked witch of student teaching. She sent me a very welcoming email, and I was happy that she seemed so warm and welcoming. She invited me to meet with her and the British Literature team at a post-planning meeting in June, which was about a week and a half away. I was excited to be involved so early in my student teaching assignment. Had I known then what I know now, I would have run screaming down the halls of that high school, busted out the front door, and burned the rubber off the bottom of my new comfortable teacher shoes to escape anything to do with her. I should've known we wouldn't get a long. She told me she was a "cat person." I hate cats.

More later . . .

Sunday, December 6, 2009

Final Grading . . . Final Options

I finished grading the 6th block novel projects yesterday. Overall, not bad. Average score for those that turned in a project was 79. I was generous; I could have graded much harder, especially for students that I know should be able to produce a certain caliber of work. But hey, I'm a student teacher, and I guess it won't matter if I was too lenient in the long run. However, my CT is even more lenient than I am! I think that I probably wrote way too much feedback on their rubric sheets, but I felt as though it was important that I comment on what I thought they did well. I probably will not continue to write so much as my teaching career progresses, but I like doing it now because I think constructive feedback on a student's critical thinking is cruical to developing their future efforts.

I am hopefully going to have lunch with my good friend, former professor (though she's not a "Dr."), and overall mentor (I'll call her "Karly Lands") next week. She was an English Department Chair (DC) for many, many years, and an English teacher for 30 years. I have so much respect for her because she stays up-to-date on educational trends, but she is realistic about what works in the real world too. She has high standards, and I hope that I can be as successful a teacher as she has been. Although, I'm not sure that I would want the responsibility of being a DC—at least not at this juncture.

I'd like to get an overall "debriefing" from her on my student teaching experience, particularly because of the miserable initial part of it during my 5 week stint at Hendrickson. I know she knows all about "Elphaba," the wicked witch that was my CT at Hendrickson, but I'd like to get her general perspective looking back over the whole thing. I've really not had a chance to look back myself, but I can say that the prospect of applying for teaching jobs seems daunting at this point. It was a very involved process to apply for a substitute teaching job in Cobb County, so I can only imagine what it will be like to apply for a teacher's job. Then, I'll have to do that for every county in which I apply for a job. *Ugh.*

Friday, December 4, 2009

The End of the End

I went to give my collaborating teacher her "thank you" gift basket today. Since it is so close to Christmas, I got her a poinsettia, a red and green bromeliad, and a red blooming cyclamen. I also got her a miniature purple orchid (the main team color of "City High"). She also got a box of Godiva Truffles, a copy of The Road, two very nice brass book markers (one that was PERFECT for The Road), and a gift card for $25 to Barnes and Noble. All told it was a tidy sum, but I figure since she took me in when I was in a vulnerable situation, it is worth it to thank her generously. I had also been in earlier to give the 3rd period students their little cards; I am glad I came in to say good-bye to all the classes. It gave me closure. I'll tell the story of the "dark side" of my student teaching at "Hendrickson High" in the next few weeks.

What a great, last and final reception I received from the kids in my favorite class. The twins, (I'll call them Nina and Scotty) both gave me big ol' sweet hugs, and, surprisingly, "Teesha" gave me a huge hug. Teesha's hug was awesome because when I first came in the classroom eight weeks ago, she and I had a little "come to Jesus" early on because of her attitude toward me (which was extremely combative).

Those goodbyes made me feel good, but they also, understandably, made me feel quite sad.

So. *Sniff*

Cool.

Thursday, December 3, 2009

There are signs of life

This evening I graded about eight of the 10 projects I received from the class of 26 sophomore lit students. What I'm seeing is good stuff, but I wish I had more of the same from the other 16 students who decided not to turn anything in on Wednesday. I'm popping in at City High tomorrow to pass out my little note cards to the 3rd period Am. Lit. class, and I will probably pick up whatever other projects were turned in after the Wednesday due date. Then, I am just a memory for these kids—a ghost putting in final grades on the novel unit!

I went to the end of the term student teacher wrap-up meeting today. It was boooorrrring, except for a teacher that came in to speak to us, Randy Crump. He's a science teacher at Allatoona High—just right down the street from me—and was very dynamic. I am glad I got to hear him speak. He was a straight-shooter, and I always appreciate that in people. He was positive but realistic, which is what I think you have to be as a teacher.

I am working hard to synthesize all of my teaching philosophies, but I am starting to realize that I won't really figure out anything until I'm actually teaching my own classes. There are just some things I won't know how to handle until I've actually been through it.

Wednesday, December 2, 2009

A Long "Road" To Go

I went in today to do a few teacher observations in other classes. The teacher I observed during 5th period was very cool. Mr. Pline. He gave me a lot of resources to read too.

I went from there to another class for about an hour, and then to another for about a half-hour; I then returned for last :25 minutes of my 6th block to pick up their projects on The Road. Out of 26 students, only 10 turned in a project. Five said they would bring them tomorrow; the rest seemed to indicate that they had no plans to turn in anything at all. This project is worth 20% of their grade for the semester! So disappointing. I haven't started grading the projects, so I hope the ones that I did get make me proud. Otherwise, I'm going to feel like I really failed in teaching this novel, and like I have said before—how does one cope with a situation where students just don't give a frak about doing their work? *Sigh*

Tuesday, December 1, 2009

Next to Last Day of Student Teaching. . .

I have mixed emotions about tomorrow being my last day at student teaching. I am glad it's over so I can get my sh!te together again in my personal life, but I am going to miss those little buggers at City High School. I gave my good-bye note cards, which were personalized to each student, to my 6th block (my favorite class) today. I truly am going to be sad not to see those kids. I checked the desks after they left today, and didn't find any of the cards shoved in there, but I forgot to check the big garbage can by the door! My son asked me about that one! I'm sure some ended up there, but I think most of them appreciated the gesture.

I am taking up their Road projects tomorrow, and I hope I see some good thinking there as I grade them this weekend. It would be best that I use that project as my ISLA (Individual Student Learning Assessment) paper, but I am not sure I'm going to have time to do that because I had to change schools and do this extra week of student teaching. I also have to still do that monotonous, repetitive C.P.I. document—but don't even get me started on the BS that comes with cranking out some of that drivel they have us do in the education program at my university. Oops— I'm starting to sound cranky now.

At this point though, I know I've let things slip in the rest of my life since student teaching takes up every bit of one's life. This semester I allowed my checking account to get overdrawn, had my water shut off for non-payment (not paying attention to due dates because of student teaching), and spent too much money on taking my own children to restaurants so that they could eat because I was too exhausted to cook when I got home. And, even though no one's been in the kitchen for the last two months, we are battling an infestation of field mice. Oh, and then there's the overdue ad valorem bill on my car tag. So I've got a lot to do over Winter Break.

To add insult to injury, today I got an email from my university's teacher certification officer that said she can't find my GACE Basic scores (Praxis I everywhere else in the country) in my file, although I provided them to the teacher education program two years ago. Now I have to contact the SAT College Board, pay $33, and wait a month to get my 1981 SAT scores so I can get certified. This must be done even though I will have two undergrad degrees, and am simultaneously enrolled in a graduate program at this same university. Whatever. What must be done, must be done. Boy, I am cranky today. I think, though, that I'm really just frakkin' tired. As much as I will miss most of the students, it's probably time for me to exit, stage left.