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Looking Back

Looking Back

One of my professors once told us, “You know you’ve written something good when you read through it and it makes you cry.” While this might be a good measure for callous scholars, I’m not sure it’s a good check for a young mom who has oxytocin swimming around her bloodstream. I cry when certain songs come on the radio and when I can wrestle into my fitted pre-pregnancy clothes. So, here are some thoughts whether well penned or not,…

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Lessons Learned

Lessons Learned

Today I officially resigned my post as a substitute teacher. While I definitely wouldn’t say it was my favorite job, it has had some valuable personal benefits (earning points towards keeping my license current, developing really great “teacher looks,” etc). Overall, my favorite parts were the insightful things students taught me. Here are some of my favorites: Lady Ga Ga is a “musical genius.” Having more kids is often “the worst mistake of a mother’s life.” 7th graders are still…

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What I wished I knew in Junior High

What I wished I knew in Junior High

So the other day I ran across an article on the Simple Dollar, a blog about living cheaply I occasionally read, and he referred to an essay called “Why Nerds are Unpopular.” I found it very interesting, having been a nerd in my formative years and continuing to be one now (although I hope a more liked one). What do you guys think of it?

What Are You Staring At?

What Are You Staring At?

I’m not sure if other pregnant women can relate to this, but I feel like the only thing people notice about me anymore is my belly.  On several occasions I’ve had complete strangers approach me at the grocery store and say things like “I just love your baby bump.” Once a lady simply shouted in passing, “Nice belly!” Other times people just stare. The stares are always accompanied by tender looks of sympathy, quiet smiles, quick glances edged with fear,…

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It’s Official

It’s Official

I have received some good mail this week (both electronic and conventional). It took long enough, but earlier this week my diploma finally arrived! Then today, I received an email telling me my teaching license had been approved – it was attached as a PDF. Perhaps it’s all a bit anticlimactic, but symbolically these documents represent years otherwise unaccounted for in my life. I only wish the office of education wasn’t so cheap and would actually mail me a fancy…

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Status Report

Status Report

Project Overview Finish schooling, enjoy life, and prepare for family life. Work Completed 12/12/09 – Audrey Graduated 12/12/09 – Noel turned 26 12/14/09 – Attended Better than Ezra/Bare Naked Ladies Christmas Concert 12/15/09 – Baby turned -5 months Work Awaiting Completion December – Christmas Festivities January – Baby Ultra Sound May – Noel’s Graduation ~ June 1st – Baby’s arrival Complications Audrey is getting bigger.

Done.

Done.

I’m graduating on Saturday. I can’t even think of anything poetic to say. I’ve never been so happy for a cold, snowy day in Logan.

Arts and Sciences

Arts and Sciences

Even though Noel is the engineer and I’m the English teacher, we don’t always fit the stereotypes for our majors. Although Noel’s academic life is definitely ruled by numbers and logic, my personal life seems more consumed with data than his. I count down the number of days until I’m done with student teaching (6) and count up the number of weeks I’m pregnant (12 1/2). I watch the checkbook religiously and love creating budgets.  I look forward to Tuesdays…

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Kids Say the Darndest Things

Kids Say the Darndest Things

In case you were wondering, I’m not dead yet. The outlook is good, I think I will survive student teaching. Although there are rough days, my students make me laugh. Here are some of the things I hear in my classroom: “I got hit by a Frito and a notebook, they’re making weird noises, and I don’t like anyone around me. Can I move?” “If no one could read we wouldn’t be able to text message . . . or…

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