I don’t know why I never caught the connection. I mean, I should understand what it is that I’m going to school for, but sometimes you just end up having one of those moments where there seems to be some sort of disconnect in the thought process.
Here is the dilemma: View full article »
Today I went to school with every intention of actually enjoying my day. In fact, I was optimistic. I just knew that the professors I had for today, along with the classes, were going to be a breeze!
Then, reality hit me in the face like a syllabus I had not yet seen.
American Literature class is going to be difficult. It is going to be just like my British Literature class (whose syllabus I had already seen), with much reading to be accomplished and many written reports to give.
My only hope for a reprieve was to be my Education class. My reasoning being that it was just to discuss the Curriculum of Middle School and I would be visiting a classroom to observe.
Yeah. Right. View full article »
The biggest thing about finishing up a semester is coming to a screeching halt. The last 3 weeks seem to be non-stop with all assignments coming due and final exams, only to leave you twiddling your thumbs when it is all said and done.
I hate the end of a semester. I find it hard to transition from always having something to do and something due to having nothing. It is like a racecar View full article »
Tuesday’s and Friday’s are by far my busiest days at school. The reason for this is that my day begins in the morning and ends some time in the afternoon. It is always non-stop.
Oh, sometimes I find time to check my email in class, but that is only rarely. So imagine my surprise when I log on right before class and find an email from my professor telling me that he needs to see me immediately and before class!
My first thought was, “He’s not happy with my mid-term grade.” My second thought was, “He’s going to tell me that because of my age, maybe I’m not cut out for this class and that I can’t keep up with these 19 year olds.” So I raced downstairs to his office.
Okay, so I think that today I will give you a rare glimpse into the workings of my mind which I know is scary, but hang on, I promise it will be fun and at times quirky.
Thoughts for the day:
Being an English Major at my age, I realize that there are many things that I have forgotten over the years. One is vocabulary. Oh, how I long for the vocabulary of my youth! I long for the days when I had an entire dictionary memorized to the point that by the time I entered college the first time around, my Journalism professor criticized my use of big words. I believe his exact words were, “While I’m impressed that someone would have such an extensive vocabulary, the average reader has an eighth grade education and would not understand a word of what you just written. You get… an F!”
It was the first time in my life that I ever received an F. View full article »
Sometimes, opportunites just seem to land right in your lap. And no, I’m not talking about Tony Stewart. Though the coffee table is still empty (sigh). What I am talking about is the fact that I opened my email a little while ago and received an email from the head of the English Department at SWU. I was so thrilled I almost jumped up shouting (but dear CH is asleep). It said, “Dear excellent writing student…” I thought, there is no way this is intended for me. It must be a mistake… View full article »
When I decided to go back to school, I was confronted with a dilemma that I did not know how to face: Professors who are your own age and opinionated. This normally would not bother me, because I love a challenge. I don’t mind having professors close to my own age, and most of them accepted me for what I could bring to the classes. However, every once in a while, you run across a professor who takes their title entirely too seriously. This includes Dr. S. and more so, last semester’s nemesis, Dr. L.. View full article »
I can hardly believe that another semester has come and gone by (or is about to go by). I spoke with one of my professors earlier this week and I when the words came out of my mouth, I could hardly believe I had been the one speaking them. I only have 2 more semesters until I do my Pre-Clinical and after that comes Clinical and graduation! It seems rather surreal to be speaking of graduating college, something that I have put off for nearly 20 years! But I suppose that the Lord knows when the timing is right, and I do not. I needed to first mature before He could properly use me and I needed to put my priorities into order. I told my professor that I have a very important decision to make and I need to pray about these next two semesters. For myself, do I take the easy route and complete my Clinical at the school I would love to work at and where I know everyone? Or, do I go to the school that is in the greatest need for teachers who care and can mentor students who NEED the support of a caring adult? I wanted to teach because I want to make a difference. But who needs me the most?
In the meantime, I know that my chances for making the Dean’s List this semester are long gone. I opted to not stress the small stuff and to do my best without placing so much on myself. I hated doing that to myself last semester, especially after working so hard to maintain a 3.5 gpa across the board only to have it dashed by a group project where we received a poor grade. That alone brought my gpa down to 3.4562, and you need a 3.5 to make the list. They don’t round up! Imagine, missing by .0038. It’s just sad.
Speaking of group projects, I have mine due on Tuesday. I have yet to finish my part of the assignment. I thought at first that the assignment would be easy, but the more I learn, the more complicated it became. How hard could it be to try and replicate the garments worn my Henry VIII and Anne Boleyn? VERY! So I’m hoping to get those finished up by the end of the weekend.
On top of that, I’m trying to finish writing my paper on the etymology of daisy. I have no clue where to start and I’ve changed my outline 4 different times. It was due last Friday. I will be lucky to have it completed by tomorrow. Plus the professor sent out our final chapter test. No regular test this time. Instead we have 5 difficult questions to answer, whereby we will analyze the language changes in the passages provided, comparing the differences between grammar construction of the Early Modern English to that of the Modern English today. Did I mention I haven’t been in school for the last 20 years and grammar has since flown out of my brain?
Well, I need to finish up all these projects. Until Later…..
