6/12

Work postmortem at compadres was really boring. The poor waitress was really perky when we were seated, but when we didn't bite the guacamole line or the drinks line or any other line she sort of got sad and didn't come back for a long time.

So that's it, no more work (until next Tuesday, when we start the month-long summer session) so for now it's just the Sub Training, and a little babysitting, and soon I have to try to register for Music and Movement (should be a fun, fun term. If I ever get my ass to my advisor's office.)

I have to go to the Lemonade Stand to turn in my math folio now. It sucks, but there you are. I could spend another three hours adding stuff but then it would only suck a little less. Later on tonight (hopefully the girls will get in bed EARLY) I have to start my art LP (last lesson plan of the term, THANK YOU) and my DBAE/lowenfeld paper, which is to be a discussion on discipline-based art education vs. lowenfeld, some guy who thought you should basically turn kids loose with the materials and let their inner artists bang around and self-discover. I'm sure it's a little more complex than that but I already know the bottom line of my paper (and everyone else's): moderation. duh. why "vs"? Oh yeah and I have a final exam for art, too. I hope the divas get in bed REALLY early.

6/13

math and children's lit: done and done. for CL we had to write whole essays on why we think we deserve the grade we think we deserve. I considered everything I've done over the past 10 weeks and said I of course deserve a big fat A because I never missed a class, I worked really hard, and that one time I balked before the presentations it was because I wanted everyone to love Maurice Sendak as much as I did, so she should not hold that against me. For math he didn't ask our opinion on anything ... I just left my folder and made an appointment for advising and left for the mall. Oh yeah, yesterday I took the girls to the mall. (We spent our 1.5 hours before softball practice shopping @ Claire's and eating pizza.) They did not go to bed as early as i hoped they would nor as late as I feared. About 11:30 (after several games of Clue + Lizzie McGuire + half of Even Stevens) they got tired and we all went to sleep. I woke up at 5:30.

Went shopping for a father's day gift with my mom and brother and now I'm back ... still have that paper to write and that exam to study for and that LP to think up ... but in less than 24 hours it will really and truly be over. Art has been my favorite class this semester so I want to do an especially good job with this last bit of stuff.

I'm pretty excited about my Monday advising meeting even though I am not so fond of my advisor. I have gotten word that the master's program has been totally revamped and that in lieu of a thesis there is some kind of exam. I realize this could spell a few difficulties further down the road, say if I needed to write a dissertation for a PhD but I think I can safely say that I won't feel the need to do any more school for a long time after I finish this program. Although library studies is something I've been pondering lately. Maybe I secretly want to go to school forever. Again, never again is what I swore the time before. I always feel like I should attribute that phrase everytime I use it but frankly I don't know who to credit.

p.s. I don't know why I was talking as if there was some substantial break between the regular SY and work starting on Tuesday. I mean, it starts Tuesday. It is now Friday. That's not a vacation.