|The Empty Pen|
So, it's my last weekend of art class. One more credit under my belt. I am getting so nervous about actually being a teacher! I mean, who want to entrust their 4-5 graders to me? What do I have to offer that joe blow from the street can't offer. On a postive note though; I re-read my first science "assigment" and it wasn't too bad. Apparently the professor thought it was ok also since she gave me full credit. It wasn't a full lesson plan, though we are working on that. For some reason, despite the fact that I am carrying a 4.0, I still can't believe that I am being adaquately prepared to be a teacher. I am not blaming this on the university...I just am feeling really stressed as the time gets closer. It's still 16 months away. I imagine I'll be bald by then.
On another topic, my daughter has to make her official report in the sexual harrassment complaint. I offered to be there, but she doesn't want me to be. She has to talk to her school counselor and write an official statement. She's kinda mad at me cuz she thinks I took it too far by making an official complaint (I am tired of the word official). She just wants the jerkwad boyfriend off the bus so she can ride in peace for the rest of the semester. I told her that we have to take steps to get him off the bus; we can't just wish for it.
ok, brain cells quit. Guess they are too occupied with up coming assignments. Saturday night, I'm gonna have a drink.
To quit on a positve thought.... My oldest is working toward an art scholarship for college...My middle is a talented musician and animal whisperer...My third has math problem solvong skills envious of many adults.
Guess I should have called that section, "Time to brag about my kids." But hey, it's my right as mommy.