I have a half-asleep kitten on my lap. Tupelo is growing up to be quite the snuggle monster.
School has felt very intense for the past couple weeks, which might help to explain my lack of updates. Lots of homework, lots of reading. Lots of squishing in content that we were supposed to cover during the snowpocalypse.
I've also been trying to line up things that are outside of class but related to my learning to teach. I have to tutor a kid in reading comprehension, and that's finally falling into place. I meet with him tomorrow for the first time. (Getting all the paperwork and everything for that was such a to do!) I've been trying to get into my friend Jess's classroom on Wednesdays, and that's in the hands of her administrators now. I started applying for assistant teacher positions for my student teaching in the fall. I'm even going to a, education job fair in a couple weeks-- yeesh. I feel like such a young professional.
Basically, I've been a bit tired and stressed lately. Waking up takes a long time. Tonight is the last night of classes before spring break, and I'm pumped about it. I just have to get through today. I would love to get more on top of my studies, and I've taken a few steps toward being better organized. I'm just such a lazy student, and then I freak out the day things are due because I've been putting them off for ages and it's only then that I realize they're going to take longer than I'd thought. Ahhhh.
On Saturday, Keegan and I will be busing up to Mt Tremper to spend a few days at Zen Mountain Monastery again. We missed the Sunday service last time, and Keegan is excited to be there for this one. ("I haven't been to a Sunday service in about eight months! That's crazy!") I plan to drag along a hammock for Brendan, my monastic penpal. It's a funny, bulky package. I hope to pass it off as skis if the bus drivers ask. I'll let you know how that turns out.
I am dragging my feet through my days and hoping for spring. I want to travel, then get home and plant my garden. I am thoroughly fed up with this winter. Spring, come on and get here.
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