First, let me just say how disappointed I am in myself. I couldn’t even do something simple like keep up with a blog? Seriously? If anyone actually does read this (other than my beloved), I apologize. I started the blog before the semester, and, frankly, there has been a ton of work related to my classes. That being said, here is an extremely belated (and relatively boring) blog post (because it's mostly school related).
Despite the course-load for my classes this semester, my campus is pretty awesome. Last semester, there was an inflatable play area randomly one day, along with free shaved ices and kettle corn. As if I thought they could not top that, the other day, they had a fund raiser for a scholarship; normally, this would be pretty boring, but no. This was different because when you donated money – literally, any money – you were handed safety glasses and a sledge hammer. There was a car set up close that had been donated… That’s right. If you donated money, you got to hit the car with a sledge hammer. I donated $.60 and walked away with a door handle and grape shaved ice. Best. Fundraiser. Ever.
There are plenty of reasons why I love my campus, though. For instance, we have guests come and speak or perform. Last semester, I got tickets to see Gabriel Iglesias. This semester, we have had 3OH!3 and Grant Imahara come. Unfortunately, because of work, I had to miss both of these. Apparently, before I transferred, Jeff Dunham and Daniel Tosh were guests. I wish I had known…
What really sucks, though, is the parking situation. I think it’s funny that our school places such an emphasis on drawing in more students, yet they don’t increase parking. There are occasions that, if you don’t manage to get to the parking lot right at class changes, you have to park at a different building and walk. While I do enjoy a good stroll, the time to do it is not when you have five minutes to get to class.
There have been times throughout the semester where I have to stop and laugh at my block. It’s not that they are dumb or anything of the sort, but just some of the things we do makes me think, “And we are going to be teaching our future kids…” I wouldn’t trade it for the world.
Today was a perfect example of those days. We have one more week of classes before final exams, so most of us have mentally checked out. It doesn’t help that it’s toward the end of April and it is already a sweltering eighty degrees outside. We all had to present our interpretation of a very boring meeting that refers students to special education in our 9:30 class. Our theme? Why, Disney, of course. We had Mary Poppins, Daisy Duck, Minnie Mouse, Dori, Prince Erik, and Sharpay. The next group did a soap opera theme. The third and final group did just a normal meeting.
During our last class, my partner and I had to teach the class using direct instruction. Our lesson was made for first grade students, so we had upwards of twenty twenty-somethings (with the exception of Kacy) acting like seven-year-olds. Because direct instruction is so boring, we wanted to do something to make it fun. We had four centers set up: finger painting, a word search, shaving cream, and writing/drawing. You have never seen so many young adults been excited about playing in shaving cream. They were putting it on their noses, the only boy in our class made a beard out of it, and they were making huge shaving cream balls like it was snow. Our presentation went off without a hitch, though, so I’m pretty proud.
Now, it seems like the only hurdles left in the semester are a few remaining papers and finals. This is both good and bad. Why bad? Because I have a 14 page paper due on Thursday that I haven’t even looked at the rubric for and a five page paper on a two-hundred-something page book that has been sitting in my car for the past month. If you think majoring in education is easy, you are sorely mistaken.
Even knowing that I have an 8 a.m. class next semester, I’m excited about it. I can only imagine what crazy things we will think of to do next.
Despite the course-load for my classes this semester, my campus is pretty awesome. Last semester, there was an inflatable play area randomly one day, along with free shaved ices and kettle corn. As if I thought they could not top that, the other day, they had a fund raiser for a scholarship; normally, this would be pretty boring, but no. This was different because when you donated money – literally, any money – you were handed safety glasses and a sledge hammer. There was a car set up close that had been donated… That’s right. If you donated money, you got to hit the car with a sledge hammer. I donated $.60 and walked away with a door handle and grape shaved ice. Best. Fundraiser. Ever.
There are plenty of reasons why I love my campus, though. For instance, we have guests come and speak or perform. Last semester, I got tickets to see Gabriel Iglesias. This semester, we have had 3OH!3 and Grant Imahara come. Unfortunately, because of work, I had to miss both of these. Apparently, before I transferred, Jeff Dunham and Daniel Tosh were guests. I wish I had known…
What really sucks, though, is the parking situation. I think it’s funny that our school places such an emphasis on drawing in more students, yet they don’t increase parking. There are occasions that, if you don’t manage to get to the parking lot right at class changes, you have to park at a different building and walk. While I do enjoy a good stroll, the time to do it is not when you have five minutes to get to class.
There have been times throughout the semester where I have to stop and laugh at my block. It’s not that they are dumb or anything of the sort, but just some of the things we do makes me think, “And we are going to be teaching our future kids…” I wouldn’t trade it for the world.
Today was a perfect example of those days. We have one more week of classes before final exams, so most of us have mentally checked out. It doesn’t help that it’s toward the end of April and it is already a sweltering eighty degrees outside. We all had to present our interpretation of a very boring meeting that refers students to special education in our 9:30 class. Our theme? Why, Disney, of course. We had Mary Poppins, Daisy Duck, Minnie Mouse, Dori, Prince Erik, and Sharpay. The next group did a soap opera theme. The third and final group did just a normal meeting.
During our last class, my partner and I had to teach the class using direct instruction. Our lesson was made for first grade students, so we had upwards of twenty twenty-somethings (with the exception of Kacy) acting like seven-year-olds. Because direct instruction is so boring, we wanted to do something to make it fun. We had four centers set up: finger painting, a word search, shaving cream, and writing/drawing. You have never seen so many young adults been excited about playing in shaving cream. They were putting it on their noses, the only boy in our class made a beard out of it, and they were making huge shaving cream balls like it was snow. Our presentation went off without a hitch, though, so I’m pretty proud.
Now, it seems like the only hurdles left in the semester are a few remaining papers and finals. This is both good and bad. Why bad? Because I have a 14 page paper due on Thursday that I haven’t even looked at the rubric for and a five page paper on a two-hundred-something page book that has been sitting in my car for the past month. If you think majoring in education is easy, you are sorely mistaken.
Even knowing that I have an 8 a.m. class next semester, I’m excited about it. I can only imagine what crazy things we will think of to do next.
