So, what seemed like it would take forever (stopping did not help of course) will be over tomorrow.
Yup, my last day of master teaching. The next time that I am responsible for a class all day it will be my class. Eek! Definitely scary.
By the way, my mom told me the other night that she got rid of the dog. Now I am pretty pissed because I wanted her. Stupid Jim. He needs a kick in the pants.
Who am I kidding? I am the one in need of the kick. I can feel it coming though. So don't worry.
I have been receiving graduation mail constantly. It's really cool but at the same time it's scary. Where did the time go so that here I am, at graduation time AGAIN. It's interesting to think that of the last 6 years, 4 have been marked by graduations that were important to me...between high school, Jim's my bachelors, and now my masters. I feel too young to have a masters. My fall mentor doesn't even have her masters yet. She's 40. The oldest person in my program is 46. It's a little too surreal for me, sorry.
As soon as I feel confident about my child development paper that class will be done. I need to email it to my prof by sometime tomorrow.
After that, my to do list looks like this:
Make copy of portfolio, turn in.
Write inclusion position paper
Dust off my PPA, prep for final three way meeting
Do 5908285038508 things for my master teaching folder
Ack. And I thought things were winding down...maybe not. I better get some shit done before Friends comes on then. :)