Conversation I just had with my husband:
Jeff *looking at the computer screen*: "Who is that?"
Me *on facebook*: "Oh....well, it's my old boyfriend's best friend's sister."
Jeff: "Your what???"
Me: "My old boyfriend's best friend's sister."
Jeff: "How did you get there?? That must mean you were looking at your old boyfriend!!"
Me: "Well, originally....yes. Then I found another person I used to know....then another person from there....and I just keep going..."
Jeff: "k, but wait, you were Facebook stalking your old boyfriend.....I don't Facebook stalk MY ex-girlfriend!"
Me: "No, YOU don't. But I do!"
Facebook stalking.
I don't keep up on people from my old life ("old life"....???) very much, but when I do look them up it's kind of funny to see what is happening in their lives. Most of my ex-boyfriends are married now. One of them has a baby! Half of them I'm actually friends with on Facebook though so it's not too creepy that I know these things, right? Riiiiiiiiiiiiight.
I generally don't live in the past. Actually, I next to never think about the past. I'm very much a future kind of girl. I'm always thinking about things a year in advance. It's kind of a problem. But ya know, whatever, I can't change my brain. At least not very easily.
Anyways, onto other more important, logical things!
Student teaching has been going great! It's definitely changing everything
I've ever thought about teaching. Having worked with kids for five years I
THOUGHT I knew a lot about teaching. I was very wrong! Student teaching is the
refiner's fire, I've decided. I love working with the supervising teacher I was
assigned to. She teaches me new things everyday! I love the way she teaches.
Well, I need to get off of Facebook and do some homework.
Saturday night.........doing homework. My life is so exciting!
Jeff was gone all day studying and taking two tests. (which he totally aced,
nbd) Have I ever mentioned how great he is? Oh yeah................like every
time I post, huh?
Well, he really is.
We always have people telling us that we are crazy that we work and go to
school (especially Jeff for working full-time). He's awesome though and gets
A's and B's all the while. I'm very grateful for him.
I guess I will leave you with a cute quote I found about children. Kids are
the best! I love this apostle too.... :)
"We must be so careful in speaking to a child.
What we say or don't say, how we say it and when is so very, very important in
shaping a child's view of himself or herself. But it is even more important in
shaping that child's faith in us and their faith in God."
- Jeffrey R. Holland
Saturday, February 2, 2013
Monday, January 21, 2013
Theory Brought to Life
I'm trying to get a bunch of things done for my student teaching today since we have the day off and in the process I found this awesome quote! I love finding quotes that summarize parts of why I want to be a teacher. This quote says directly what I want for my students and explains what I feel like my role as a teacher is. (and I just love Gardner's theories too)
"I want my children to understand the world, but not just because the world is fascinating and the human mind is curious. I want them to understand it so that they will be positioned to make it a better place. Knowledge is not the same as morality, but we need to understand if we are to avoid past mistakes and move in productive directions. An important part of that understanding is knowing who we are and what we can do... Ultimately, we must synthesize our understandings for ourselves. The performance of understanding that try matters are the ones we carry out as human beings in an imperfect world which we can affect for good or for ill." -Howard Gardner
(this may or may not be the shortest blog post I've ever done, but I just needed to get this on here so I'd have it for future reference :) )
"I want my children to understand the world, but not just because the world is fascinating and the human mind is curious. I want them to understand it so that they will be positioned to make it a better place. Knowledge is not the same as morality, but we need to understand if we are to avoid past mistakes and move in productive directions. An important part of that understanding is knowing who we are and what we can do... Ultimately, we must synthesize our understandings for ourselves. The performance of understanding that try matters are the ones we carry out as human beings in an imperfect world which we can affect for good or for ill." -Howard Gardner
(this may or may not be the shortest blog post I've ever done, but I just needed to get this on here so I'd have it for future reference :) )
Friday, January 11, 2013
Snow snow snooooow!
It's a snow day! The only other snow day I remember in my history as a Utahan is once when I was in 1st or 2nd grade it snowed a lot and we got to stay home from school.
Ogden and Davis County got hit pretty hard with lots of snow yesterday and in the night. I was so stressed out this morning too, because I didn't know if I still needed to go to my student teaching or not. I guess I'm just paranoid. I got a voicemail and two emails saying the ENTIRE campus was closed...........but I still thought that I maybe needed to go.
I have issues. With logic. And. Stuff.
Whatever.
It's been great though being home today. Once I finally figured out that logically I didn't need to go this morning the first thought that came to my mind was......."yay, I can finally do the dishes!!"
Getting used to this new semester has left me zero time to clean. Getting the dishes done was probably the best part of my day. Theeeeeeeeeeeeen....the worst part of my day happened. After I was done with the dishes I magically clogged the garbage disposal. It probably wasn't magic, but it seemed that way to me.
I tried unclogging the disposal with a plunger and finally I gave up. I then texted Jeff and told him what had happened and this is the text I received back: "Don't do anything til I get home."
Ha ha ha ha! I love it. So now my house kind of smells funky, but I've been instructed to wait (when I already tried fixing it....and failed.......make it fine with me!)
Anyways, I got the apartment all shiny and clean (other than the kitchen sink) so I thought I would hurry and blog before I have to brave the storm to get to work.
This week has been so much fun! I started my student teaching on Monday. The kids didn't come till Tuesday though. They are all so cute! I love being around children that age because everything is about discovery.
I know I blog about this..........a lot, but it hit me again this week......it's so crazy to me how much socio-economic status factors into life. There is such a drastic difference between the children at my student teaching and the kids at my work. Big difference. And it's all because of their social class/status/way of life their parents have chosen.
There are a couple of kids in my student teaching class that give the teachers a run for their money sometimes (SOMETIMES), but overall they are all really sweet children. And besides that, it's developmentally appropriate to test emotions at that age anyways. That's just what kids who are three to five do. They are egocentric and don't really get a lot of the whole regulating emotions thing.
It kind of made me laugh though because there is one child in my student teaching class who is a little different and my head teacher said to me the other day: "he has some real issues". I laughed at that because the way he acts is totally how many of my kids at work act. Hyper, crazy, needs constant watching, tests limits......you name it, they do it.
We got a new co-worker about a week ago. I don't think he's ever worked with kids before and it's kind of funny to watch him. He always seems overwhelmed by what the children are doing, because like I said, many of them are crazy!
The kids we work with come from rough situations. I can't tell you how many times we've had kids tell us: "no, my parents really can't pay right now! They are broke. They don't have any money to fix our car." Or any other myriad of excuses. It's forty dollars a month for their child to come to the program. For 2 1/2 hours a day (4 1/2 on Fridays) that's less than 50 cents an hour.
It just breaks my heart how families get into such bad situations like that. I guess it all comes down to agency though. Lots of people are born into poverty.......but a lot of people choose it for themselves because they don't want to work hard for a better life.
Many of the parents of our children do work very hard though. That's what makes it even sadder.
It makes me grateful to have the gospel. Having the gospel in my life has taught me to be a hardworker. I know that sounds kind of odd, but it's true! Knowing what God wants for my life has helped me see that family is essential to His plan. Since I know that, I've always learned that having a healthy family is important. In order to have a healthy family I need to have a healthy relationship with my husband. In order for that to happen we need to love each other. And because we love each other we want to work hard and provide a healthy future for our children. And because of that we are going to college to provide for them.
I'm very fortunate that I've been able to go to school and that I'm graduating soon. In the education building there are tons or women (I dare say the majority of them) that are mothers going to school. I look up to them a lot because I would never be able to do that. I'm so grateful I'll be graduated by the time I have my first baby.
I've also been very fortunate that I've worked so many jobs involving children. It makes me happy because I feel like I really know that it's something I love to do. I'm glad that I can feel the satisfaction I feel when I work with kids and teach them.
I'm excited for this semester because I'll get to grow in new ways as a teacher. I'm looking forward to graduating, but I think the journey till then is going to be awesome. :)
Ogden and Davis County got hit pretty hard with lots of snow yesterday and in the night. I was so stressed out this morning too, because I didn't know if I still needed to go to my student teaching or not. I guess I'm just paranoid. I got a voicemail and two emails saying the ENTIRE campus was closed...........but I still thought that I maybe needed to go.
I have issues. With logic. And. Stuff.
Whatever.
It's been great though being home today. Once I finally figured out that logically I didn't need to go this morning the first thought that came to my mind was......."yay, I can finally do the dishes!!"
Getting used to this new semester has left me zero time to clean. Getting the dishes done was probably the best part of my day. Theeeeeeeeeeeeen....the worst part of my day happened. After I was done with the dishes I magically clogged the garbage disposal. It probably wasn't magic, but it seemed that way to me.
I tried unclogging the disposal with a plunger and finally I gave up. I then texted Jeff and told him what had happened and this is the text I received back: "Don't do anything til I get home."
Ha ha ha ha! I love it. So now my house kind of smells funky, but I've been instructed to wait (when I already tried fixing it....and failed.......make it fine with me!)
Anyways, I got the apartment all shiny and clean (other than the kitchen sink) so I thought I would hurry and blog before I have to brave the storm to get to work.
This week has been so much fun! I started my student teaching on Monday. The kids didn't come till Tuesday though. They are all so cute! I love being around children that age because everything is about discovery.
I know I blog about this..........a lot, but it hit me again this week......it's so crazy to me how much socio-economic status factors into life. There is such a drastic difference between the children at my student teaching and the kids at my work. Big difference. And it's all because of their social class/status/way of life their parents have chosen.
There are a couple of kids in my student teaching class that give the teachers a run for their money sometimes (SOMETIMES), but overall they are all really sweet children. And besides that, it's developmentally appropriate to test emotions at that age anyways. That's just what kids who are three to five do. They are egocentric and don't really get a lot of the whole regulating emotions thing.
It kind of made me laugh though because there is one child in my student teaching class who is a little different and my head teacher said to me the other day: "he has some real issues". I laughed at that because the way he acts is totally how many of my kids at work act. Hyper, crazy, needs constant watching, tests limits......you name it, they do it.
We got a new co-worker about a week ago. I don't think he's ever worked with kids before and it's kind of funny to watch him. He always seems overwhelmed by what the children are doing, because like I said, many of them are crazy!
The kids we work with come from rough situations. I can't tell you how many times we've had kids tell us: "no, my parents really can't pay right now! They are broke. They don't have any money to fix our car." Or any other myriad of excuses. It's forty dollars a month for their child to come to the program. For 2 1/2 hours a day (4 1/2 on Fridays) that's less than 50 cents an hour.
It just breaks my heart how families get into such bad situations like that. I guess it all comes down to agency though. Lots of people are born into poverty.......but a lot of people choose it for themselves because they don't want to work hard for a better life.
Many of the parents of our children do work very hard though. That's what makes it even sadder.
It makes me grateful to have the gospel. Having the gospel in my life has taught me to be a hardworker. I know that sounds kind of odd, but it's true! Knowing what God wants for my life has helped me see that family is essential to His plan. Since I know that, I've always learned that having a healthy family is important. In order to have a healthy family I need to have a healthy relationship with my husband. In order for that to happen we need to love each other. And because we love each other we want to work hard and provide a healthy future for our children. And because of that we are going to college to provide for them.
I'm very fortunate that I've been able to go to school and that I'm graduating soon. In the education building there are tons or women (I dare say the majority of them) that are mothers going to school. I look up to them a lot because I would never be able to do that. I'm so grateful I'll be graduated by the time I have my first baby.
I've also been very fortunate that I've worked so many jobs involving children. It makes me happy because I feel like I really know that it's something I love to do. I'm glad that I can feel the satisfaction I feel when I work with kids and teach them.
I'm excited for this semester because I'll get to grow in new ways as a teacher. I'm looking forward to graduating, but I think the journey till then is going to be awesome. :)
Monday, December 31, 2012
Usually.
Usually...... I wake up in the morning like I did today having a glorious thought like... "Oh my goodness, it's the last day of the year! Next year is going to be so great! So many goals, so many dreams....so much wonderment!"
So then I gear up to make a Facebook status about it....because I'm very original.... and log on to find out that everybody else has already stolen my status.
..............which then makes me retreat to my blog where I can beeeee whoever I want to beeeee. (Sorry, Les Mis is on the brain cause everybody and their dog posted about that on Facebook too)
I can't tell you how many times I've logged on to Facebook and everybody has stolen my status. It's like I'm living in a mainstream society and thinking similar thoughts to events that everyone else is experiencing with me?? Or something. Whatever. I don't like it.
I wish my thoughts were original.
Nonetheless, I am super excited for the new year! Yay!! So many fun things are going to happen.....
I'm GRADUATING.
I'll have been married for two years!
Jeff's graduating too! Just not at the cool time (spring) like all the cool kids (me) do. I always thought it would be awful to graduate in the summer or winter. I feel like the glory of graduating is much greater in the spring. (............that's not really true, but in my head... I'm going to say it is.)
Anyways, this year has been good to us. I'm neverendingly (not a real word) grateful for the opportunity I have to go to school. Also, for a husband who works his freakin tail off for us.
I'm grateful for the place that we live. It's in such a convenient spot, in a nice neighborhood. Last night our landlord came over and gave us a late Christmas present. She is a hilarious old lady. We've only met her a couple times (other than Jeff's long conversations about life with her on the phone), but she's so nice. Along with our present she gave us a hundred dollars for finding people to live here. At first she couldn't find the envelope with the money though and it was so funny! She was freaking out, kept apologizing, and just made Jeff and I laugh pretty hard. I love old ladies.
She reminded me a lot of my grandma in that moment. My grandma was always worried when little things like that would go wrong. I love my grandma. I missed her a lot this holiday season.
I've had the past couple weeks off from work (one of the perks of working at a school), which means I've had lots of time to do..........really nothing...........but I've found some useful things that needed to be done. I spent a whole day deep cleaning our apartment and I was seriously amazed at how much junk we had. I ended up taking two big garbage bags of clothes, a TV, and two bags of random items we didn't need anymore to the DI. It felt really good to get it out of our apartment, but it felt even better giving it away for free.
When I dropped it all off at the DI I had this huge surge of gratitude towards the Church and everything that they do humanitarian wise. Granted, people that go to the DI have to buy the stuff they get, but I know that some of the stuff I gave has the possibility of going somewhere around the world where the people will get it for free. And even if nothing I gave ends up that way, it still made me grateful for how much service the Church does give to people around the world. I love the Church.
Well, on to the new year, I guess. We had a great Christmas full of getting way too spoiled from all three sets of our parents. They all gave us perfect, thoughtful things. I'm so grateful to have parents who love me and want to make me happy even now that I live away from them and don't see them as much as I want to or should.
On the positive side, I am going to see Breaking Dawn right now with my mom and sister! Ha ha. Don't judge me. I'm just curious to see how it is. I kind of hated part 1 so I don't have very high expectations for this one.
Well, I better go get ready. School starts next Monday! Yay! And AHH! I'm so excited, but so nervous. Bah. ....... :)
So then I gear up to make a Facebook status about it....because I'm very original.... and log on to find out that everybody else has already stolen my status.
..............which then makes me retreat to my blog where I can beeeee whoever I want to beeeee. (Sorry, Les Mis is on the brain cause everybody and their dog posted about that on Facebook too)
I can't tell you how many times I've logged on to Facebook and everybody has stolen my status. It's like I'm living in a mainstream society and thinking similar thoughts to events that everyone else is experiencing with me?? Or something. Whatever. I don't like it.
I wish my thoughts were original.
Nonetheless, I am super excited for the new year! Yay!! So many fun things are going to happen.....
I'm GRADUATING.
I'll have been married for two years!
Jeff's graduating too! Just not at the cool time (spring) like all the cool kids (me) do. I always thought it would be awful to graduate in the summer or winter. I feel like the glory of graduating is much greater in the spring. (............that's not really true, but in my head... I'm going to say it is.)
Anyways, this year has been good to us. I'm neverendingly (not a real word) grateful for the opportunity I have to go to school. Also, for a husband who works his freakin tail off for us.
I'm grateful for the place that we live. It's in such a convenient spot, in a nice neighborhood. Last night our landlord came over and gave us a late Christmas present. She is a hilarious old lady. We've only met her a couple times (other than Jeff's long conversations about life with her on the phone), but she's so nice. Along with our present she gave us a hundred dollars for finding people to live here. At first she couldn't find the envelope with the money though and it was so funny! She was freaking out, kept apologizing, and just made Jeff and I laugh pretty hard. I love old ladies.
She reminded me a lot of my grandma in that moment. My grandma was always worried when little things like that would go wrong. I love my grandma. I missed her a lot this holiday season.
I've had the past couple weeks off from work (one of the perks of working at a school), which means I've had lots of time to do..........really nothing...........but I've found some useful things that needed to be done. I spent a whole day deep cleaning our apartment and I was seriously amazed at how much junk we had. I ended up taking two big garbage bags of clothes, a TV, and two bags of random items we didn't need anymore to the DI. It felt really good to get it out of our apartment, but it felt even better giving it away for free.
When I dropped it all off at the DI I had this huge surge of gratitude towards the Church and everything that they do humanitarian wise. Granted, people that go to the DI have to buy the stuff they get, but I know that some of the stuff I gave has the possibility of going somewhere around the world where the people will get it for free. And even if nothing I gave ends up that way, it still made me grateful for how much service the Church does give to people around the world. I love the Church.
Well, on to the new year, I guess. We had a great Christmas full of getting way too spoiled from all three sets of our parents. They all gave us perfect, thoughtful things. I'm so grateful to have parents who love me and want to make me happy even now that I live away from them and don't see them as much as I want to or should.
On the positive side, I am going to see Breaking Dawn right now with my mom and sister! Ha ha. Don't judge me. I'm just curious to see how it is. I kind of hated part 1 so I don't have very high expectations for this one.
Well, I better go get ready. School starts next Monday! Yay! And AHH! I'm so excited, but so nervous. Bah. ....... :)
Tuesday, December 18, 2012
Title of a Post. :)
I've been stalking the board where my grades get posted wishing they would all be there. I know I'm getting A's in four of my classes. The last class I MIGHT be like .2% away from an A depending on how he scores our last test. If he gives us a couple extra points for some questions like I'm hoping then I'll get an A. My first ever 4.0 in college? Kind of sad it had to be my last, huh? Ha ha. But I'll take it. If I get it, that is.
I guess I could get a 4.0 with student teaching and my internship next semester....so technically this isn't my first/last.
Nonetheless...........
I only have to go to my job 36 more times before I'm done. Do you know how happy that makes me???? So. Happy. :)
I love my job for the children. I love children! They are ridiculously cute and funny. But one of my coworkers makes my life harder than I wish it to be and that's....not cute or funny. Two of my coworkers had their last day on Friday so now it's just me, the only other good one, aaaaaaaaaaaaaand the not so good one. It's going to be interesting.
But only 36 more times, right?? That seems like a lot right now.
I've been wanting to post/blog about all of the drama that's been going on on Facebook lately, but I haven't really known how to say it. I haven't really known how to properly articulate my feelings.
Oh well....let the lack of articulation begin!
There is so much negativity in the world. I feel like most people thrive on it. I know I do at times, and probably more often than I should. People love to feel strong emotions and anger is probably the strongest emotion a person can feel. People also love to feel vindicated. In some small instances it is valid to feel so. In other circumstances though it was never their position to step in and be a part of it at all and thus that feeling of vindication was never theirs to feel.
Strong emotions.
I feel like people thrive on it because it makes them feel important. It all comes back down to Maslow's Hierarchy of Needs. People want to feel loved, appreciated, accepted, and like they belong. Sometimes this leads people to saying really ridiculous things on social media that makes me view them in the opposite light.
I'm not really talking about any one dramatic thing that's been happening on Facebook lately. I'm talking about ALL of them. From the shooting in Newtown Conneticut to the "wear pants to church" dealio to all of the constant political fights, and even down to the littlest things of who's going to get the coolest thing for Christmas/spend their break the best.
And I'm really not talking about any one friend of mine on Facebook either.
When I first joined Facebook it was a fun way to look at people's lives and see what was happening with them. Slowly it's evolved into a competition of who can look the coolest, who can present themself to be the most important or knowledgable or up-to-date. Who can argue their way to the top. Who can seem the most sympathetic.
For all I know people have viewed my page and have thought the same thoughts about me that I'm trying to look like I'm on top. In a lot of ways I feel like I can tell the difference between people who are posting for the same reasons I do and those who don't. I hope I'm not viewed as pompous in any way.
But I regress...
I've still been posting things, but I haven't posted anything about the dramatic issues that have been talked about. And most of those issues I'm not even going to touch with a ten foot pole.
On Friday when the shooting happened, Jeff was home for lunch. He was looking at the laptop and said, "Oh my gosh, come here." He showed me the news report and I started to cry. It really hit home, I guess. I just thought about all of the students I've had over the past five years and what I would do if that happened to me.
All of the teachers who saved those children are heroes. Although I haven't been a "real" teacher yet I still have felt love for my students that is hard to explain. There are some children who are complete terrors and make your life miserable everyday, but if it came down to preserving their life you would do it.
For me this tragedy isn't focused on any political issues of what could have been or what should have happened differently....it's about the bravery and love of those educators. That's why I love education. It opens you up to a world of discovery and service to little people who need it so bad. Teachers should be recognized for their everyday bravery in taking on the challenges of their students.
Those teachers and students who were taken in the shooting should always be remembered. One of the little girls who was shot was the daughter/granddaughter of my grandparents best friends. I know that their family has the Gospel and I'm grateful for that. It makes me sad to think that more than a dozen of the parents of the young children who died don't have the knowledge of the plan of salvation. Even though that's true, I know that the people who perished in this tragedy are safe with our Heavenly Father.
Anyways, I figured I would post my feelings on my blog because Facebook has been pretty disheartening to me lately. I'm not trying to prove myself more sympathetic or on top. This is just how I feel.
I really need to get off of here and go Christmas shopping. I have severely procrastinated.......ha ha.
C'mon Tuesday, be good to me!
I guess I could get a 4.0 with student teaching and my internship next semester....so technically this isn't my first/last.
Nonetheless...........
I only have to go to my job 36 more times before I'm done. Do you know how happy that makes me???? So. Happy. :)
I love my job for the children. I love children! They are ridiculously cute and funny. But one of my coworkers makes my life harder than I wish it to be and that's....not cute or funny. Two of my coworkers had their last day on Friday so now it's just me, the only other good one, aaaaaaaaaaaaaand the not so good one. It's going to be interesting.
But only 36 more times, right?? That seems like a lot right now.
I've been wanting to post/blog about all of the drama that's been going on on Facebook lately, but I haven't really known how to say it. I haven't really known how to properly articulate my feelings.
Oh well....let the lack of articulation begin!
There is so much negativity in the world. I feel like most people thrive on it. I know I do at times, and probably more often than I should. People love to feel strong emotions and anger is probably the strongest emotion a person can feel. People also love to feel vindicated. In some small instances it is valid to feel so. In other circumstances though it was never their position to step in and be a part of it at all and thus that feeling of vindication was never theirs to feel.
Strong emotions.
I feel like people thrive on it because it makes them feel important. It all comes back down to Maslow's Hierarchy of Needs. People want to feel loved, appreciated, accepted, and like they belong. Sometimes this leads people to saying really ridiculous things on social media that makes me view them in the opposite light.
I'm not really talking about any one dramatic thing that's been happening on Facebook lately. I'm talking about ALL of them. From the shooting in Newtown Conneticut to the "wear pants to church" dealio to all of the constant political fights, and even down to the littlest things of who's going to get the coolest thing for Christmas/spend their break the best.
And I'm really not talking about any one friend of mine on Facebook either.
When I first joined Facebook it was a fun way to look at people's lives and see what was happening with them. Slowly it's evolved into a competition of who can look the coolest, who can present themself to be the most important or knowledgable or up-to-date. Who can argue their way to the top. Who can seem the most sympathetic.
For all I know people have viewed my page and have thought the same thoughts about me that I'm trying to look like I'm on top. In a lot of ways I feel like I can tell the difference between people who are posting for the same reasons I do and those who don't. I hope I'm not viewed as pompous in any way.
But I regress...
I've still been posting things, but I haven't posted anything about the dramatic issues that have been talked about. And most of those issues I'm not even going to touch with a ten foot pole.
On Friday when the shooting happened, Jeff was home for lunch. He was looking at the laptop and said, "Oh my gosh, come here." He showed me the news report and I started to cry. It really hit home, I guess. I just thought about all of the students I've had over the past five years and what I would do if that happened to me.
All of the teachers who saved those children are heroes. Although I haven't been a "real" teacher yet I still have felt love for my students that is hard to explain. There are some children who are complete terrors and make your life miserable everyday, but if it came down to preserving their life you would do it.
For me this tragedy isn't focused on any political issues of what could have been or what should have happened differently....it's about the bravery and love of those educators. That's why I love education. It opens you up to a world of discovery and service to little people who need it so bad. Teachers should be recognized for their everyday bravery in taking on the challenges of their students.
Those teachers and students who were taken in the shooting should always be remembered. One of the little girls who was shot was the daughter/granddaughter of my grandparents best friends. I know that their family has the Gospel and I'm grateful for that. It makes me sad to think that more than a dozen of the parents of the young children who died don't have the knowledge of the plan of salvation. Even though that's true, I know that the people who perished in this tragedy are safe with our Heavenly Father.
Anyways, I figured I would post my feelings on my blog because Facebook has been pretty disheartening to me lately. I'm not trying to prove myself more sympathetic or on top. This is just how I feel.
I really need to get off of here and go Christmas shopping. I have severely procrastinated.......ha ha.
C'mon Tuesday, be good to me!
Monday, December 10, 2012
Soapboxes Waiting for Christmas
I'm the kind of person that can't let things sit. If I have the ability to make things happen then you better believe they will be happening.
My mom and Jeff make fun of me for this all the time. I have zero patience when it comes to life decisions. If I don't feel calm or content about something in the future then I have to talk about it till it's fixed and I feel good.
It's a problem.
The fact that I am this way is a problem...........not the making fun of me part. Ha ha :)
Anyways.......
Remember my last post about my internship??
Ha ha ha, well that's all figured out now! (I couldn't let it sit) I'm actually doing it at a daycare/preschool/kindergarten. After not hearing from the Early Intervention people for almost two weeks I had to give up and go with a preschool.
In a lot of ways it's not really giving up though. This place is supposed to be super good quality which makes me excited. My professor recommended it so I'm hoping it'll be awesome. The reason why it's not giving up is because I feel like I need this experience to get over my crazy biased stigma against daycares.
Oh my goodness, I hate daycares. That's another problem I have. (ha ha)
Yes, I'm on my soapbox, don't judge me.
I also had a really bad experience with a daycare about a month ago. I don't think I blogged about it?
I applied to work at this daycare..........because I was sick of my job (which is a whole other story :) ) and I wanted to work with littler kids. They called me in for a "working interview" which meant they wanted me to come in and teach a half hour lesson to four year olds.
I prepared this adorable lesson with Pete the Cat (and his four grooooooooovy buttons) and it was going to be the best thing ever. I actually worked pretty hard on it which is another reason that made me so upset about it later when it ended up being completely ridiculous.
Sigh.
So I went in for the "working interview" and the director of the place didn't talk to me. This random worker was like: "Oh....uh....I think you're supposed to be in this room..." I went into the room and it was utter chaos. Fifteen 2-4 year olds going crazy! There were two workers in there texting on their phones and showing each other funny youtube videos. I was kind of shell shocked.
So then the two workers said hi to me and asked me to help with the snowflake making at a table in the corner during "center time". Neither of them knew how to make snowflakes........but for some reason they made it one of their lessons for the day.
Brilliance!
They proceeded to scream at the children to "sit their butts down and listen". (I would have hated to see the look on my face cause I bet I looked completely terrified) So once the children set their butts down we divided up into groups and I took some kids and made snowflakes.
While I was making snowflakes one of the two workers came over and looked at what we were doing. Apparently her son was sitting at the table with me. He was just cutting out a snowflake and his mom (the worker) looked at him and screamed (not exaggerating) something about sitting his butt down (common theme). Then she weirdly looked over at me and said: "Sorry, he's mine, he drives me crazy." I was kind of taken back/confused so I said: "He's your son?" and she said: "Yeah, and he's autistic so that's why he's like that."
I just froze and had to contain my anger. There was NO way she just called that kid "autistic". There was nothing even remotely autistic about him. He was fully verbal, he didn't show any of the little autistic tendencies that autistic children have, he was completely normal. I was about to lose it when she said that. I wanted to tell her how I knew all about autism because I worked for a year with severely autisitic children and her son wasn't even in the same ball park as any of them. He didn't even have aspergers (lower form of autism) as far as I could tell. I have a kid at my work right now who has aspergers and no offense.........but you can tell when a child has a disability like that.
Oh my goodness.....craziness.
Weeeeeeeeell.......an hour later (I was only supposed to be there for a half hour) this lady comes in and asks me if I'm the one that needed the laptop (I had called the day before because I needed a computer to play the Pete the Cat song. The lady on the phone had told me to bring my own which I did.) I informed her that I had one, but I was pretty sure they weren't going to give me a chance to do my lesson. She looked super awkward and was like....."oh....uh....ok" and then left.
Another fifteen minutes went by and then the two workers were like: "Uh....so you can probably leave now. The director will call you tomorrow to let you know if you got it or not."
...............................................................................................
She'll what?
She'll let me know if I got it?? How on earth would she know? She never saw me "working".
Yep. I hate daycares.
So I'm thinking this internship will be a good experience for me to get past how much I hate them. The directors of this place that I'm doing my internship graduated from Weber in Early Childhood recently and they sound awesome! I'm hoping since they went through the same program as me that they will employee the same ethics and practices that I believe in. *crossing my fingers*
Having my phone out/not paying attention to children, screaming at children, and not engaging with children are all reasons why I don't like daycares. So I'm hoping none of that will go on during my internship.
I can't stand it when caregivers don't pay attention to children in jobs like that. It drives me utterly mad. It's your JOB to play with the children....to teach the children.......to love the children......to create a happy and safe environment so they can learn. Ugh.
That's the number one reason I'm taking on the career that I am. To do all of those wonderful things so that children can learn, feel safe, be happy, etc. If I was doing it for the money that would be a joke. There is no money in it, ha ha. If I was doing it for myself that would also be a joke because working with children in early childhood (or any age) is hard work and tires you out very fast.
In the end, it's all about the children.
*gets off of soapbox*
Obviously I still have a little bit of anger surrounding that interview experience. Ha.....sorry.
It's all over now so I just need to move forward!
Jeff and I have been so busy this semester I feel like we haven't really had a chance to sit down and enjoy the holiday season yet.
We set up our tree last night and it's beautiful! I love Christmas trees. I put on an ornament that my grandma gave me a couple years ago and it made me cry. I love my grandma.
I got home today from work and there was a present under the tree for me from Jeff already.
I love him.
He really is the biggest trooper ever. Lately I've been having a lot of anxiety over what is going to happen in the future with next semester, graduating, finding a job, etc. and he's dealt with it all and never complained. He deserves a gold medal for putting up with me.
Now I just need to get done with my three finals and then I feel like I can settle down and just enjoy the Christmas season.
I'm so grateful for Christ's birth and for the life He lived. I think the crazier my life gets the more I realize how amazing His sacrifice for us was. The busier I am the more I find myself needing that extra help that comes from the Atonement. We sang Silent Night yesterday in church and it made me cry thinking about the miracle of His birth. I'm grateful to know that He lives and that His church is true.
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My mom and Jeff make fun of me for this all the time. I have zero patience when it comes to life decisions. If I don't feel calm or content about something in the future then I have to talk about it till it's fixed and I feel good.
It's a problem.
The fact that I am this way is a problem...........not the making fun of me part. Ha ha :)
Anyways.......
Remember my last post about my internship??
Ha ha ha, well that's all figured out now! (I couldn't let it sit) I'm actually doing it at a daycare/preschool/kindergarten. After not hearing from the Early Intervention people for almost two weeks I had to give up and go with a preschool.
In a lot of ways it's not really giving up though. This place is supposed to be super good quality which makes me excited. My professor recommended it so I'm hoping it'll be awesome. The reason why it's not giving up is because I feel like I need this experience to get over my crazy biased stigma against daycares.
Oh my goodness, I hate daycares. That's another problem I have. (ha ha)
Yes, I'm on my soapbox, don't judge me.
I also had a really bad experience with a daycare about a month ago. I don't think I blogged about it?
I applied to work at this daycare..........because I was sick of my job (which is a whole other story :) ) and I wanted to work with littler kids. They called me in for a "working interview" which meant they wanted me to come in and teach a half hour lesson to four year olds.
I prepared this adorable lesson with Pete the Cat (and his four grooooooooovy buttons) and it was going to be the best thing ever. I actually worked pretty hard on it which is another reason that made me so upset about it later when it ended up being completely ridiculous.
Sigh.
So I went in for the "working interview" and the director of the place didn't talk to me. This random worker was like: "Oh....uh....I think you're supposed to be in this room..." I went into the room and it was utter chaos. Fifteen 2-4 year olds going crazy! There were two workers in there texting on their phones and showing each other funny youtube videos. I was kind of shell shocked.
So then the two workers said hi to me and asked me to help with the snowflake making at a table in the corner during "center time". Neither of them knew how to make snowflakes........but for some reason they made it one of their lessons for the day.
Brilliance!
They proceeded to scream at the children to "sit their butts down and listen". (I would have hated to see the look on my face cause I bet I looked completely terrified) So once the children set their butts down we divided up into groups and I took some kids and made snowflakes.
While I was making snowflakes one of the two workers came over and looked at what we were doing. Apparently her son was sitting at the table with me. He was just cutting out a snowflake and his mom (the worker) looked at him and screamed (not exaggerating) something about sitting his butt down (common theme). Then she weirdly looked over at me and said: "Sorry, he's mine, he drives me crazy." I was kind of taken back/confused so I said: "He's your son?" and she said: "Yeah, and he's autistic so that's why he's like that."
I just froze and had to contain my anger. There was NO way she just called that kid "autistic". There was nothing even remotely autistic about him. He was fully verbal, he didn't show any of the little autistic tendencies that autistic children have, he was completely normal. I was about to lose it when she said that. I wanted to tell her how I knew all about autism because I worked for a year with severely autisitic children and her son wasn't even in the same ball park as any of them. He didn't even have aspergers (lower form of autism) as far as I could tell. I have a kid at my work right now who has aspergers and no offense.........but you can tell when a child has a disability like that.
Oh my goodness.....craziness.
Weeeeeeeeell.......an hour later (I was only supposed to be there for a half hour) this lady comes in and asks me if I'm the one that needed the laptop (I had called the day before because I needed a computer to play the Pete the Cat song. The lady on the phone had told me to bring my own which I did.) I informed her that I had one, but I was pretty sure they weren't going to give me a chance to do my lesson. She looked super awkward and was like....."oh....uh....ok" and then left.
Another fifteen minutes went by and then the two workers were like: "Uh....so you can probably leave now. The director will call you tomorrow to let you know if you got it or not."
...............................................................................................
She'll what?
She'll let me know if I got it?? How on earth would she know? She never saw me "working".
Yep. I hate daycares.
So I'm thinking this internship will be a good experience for me to get past how much I hate them. The directors of this place that I'm doing my internship graduated from Weber in Early Childhood recently and they sound awesome! I'm hoping since they went through the same program as me that they will employee the same ethics and practices that I believe in. *crossing my fingers*
Having my phone out/not paying attention to children, screaming at children, and not engaging with children are all reasons why I don't like daycares. So I'm hoping none of that will go on during my internship.
I can't stand it when caregivers don't pay attention to children in jobs like that. It drives me utterly mad. It's your JOB to play with the children....to teach the children.......to love the children......to create a happy and safe environment so they can learn. Ugh.
That's the number one reason I'm taking on the career that I am. To do all of those wonderful things so that children can learn, feel safe, be happy, etc. If I was doing it for the money that would be a joke. There is no money in it, ha ha. If I was doing it for myself that would also be a joke because working with children in early childhood (or any age) is hard work and tires you out very fast.
In the end, it's all about the children.
*gets off of soapbox*
Obviously I still have a little bit of anger surrounding that interview experience. Ha.....sorry.
It's all over now so I just need to move forward!
Jeff and I have been so busy this semester I feel like we haven't really had a chance to sit down and enjoy the holiday season yet.
We set up our tree last night and it's beautiful! I love Christmas trees. I put on an ornament that my grandma gave me a couple years ago and it made me cry. I love my grandma.
I got home today from work and there was a present under the tree for me from Jeff already.
I love him.
He really is the biggest trooper ever. Lately I've been having a lot of anxiety over what is going to happen in the future with next semester, graduating, finding a job, etc. and he's dealt with it all and never complained. He deserves a gold medal for putting up with me.
Now I just need to get done with my three finals and then I feel like I can settle down and just enjoy the Christmas season.
I'm so grateful for Christ's birth and for the life He lived. I think the crazier my life gets the more I realize how amazing His sacrifice for us was. The busier I am the more I find myself needing that extra help that comes from the Atonement. We sang Silent Night yesterday in church and it made me cry thinking about the miracle of His birth. I'm grateful to know that He lives and that His church is true.
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Saturday, December 1, 2012
My Brain on Wednesday/Saturday
From Wednesday Night:
Sometimes you just don't feel like working on your research paper that's due next Monday. Tonight is one of those times. I seem to blog a lot when I don't want to do homework. Hmmm...oh well. :)
My research paper is on Asian Indian families (...........like people from India. If I said Indians everyone would think Native Americans :) ). It shouldn't be too hard once I actually do it. It's only eight pages and I've done all the research already. I just need to write it. Justification, right? Mmmmm hmmm.
I've always loved India for some reason. When I was younger people would ask me if I could go anywhere in the world where would it be and I would say India. Everyone else would say all the normal places like..........Italy or Ireland or China....but not me. It was always India. For some reason the third world thing fascinates me. I got a taste of that when I went to Indonesia, I suppose.
Today at work at the end of the day I was playing with a fourth grade girl and her kindergarten brother while we were waiting for their mom to pick them up. They wanted to play tag (what they really wanted was for me to chase them). As I was chasing them (aka running behind them close enough to scare them, but not actually getting them....I've become a pro at this) the fourth grade girl kind of stopped and said to me: "Amber, you're really good with children!" and then kept running.
It made me laugh so hard! Ha ha ha ha ha. It boosted my self esteem that a CHILD would say that to me, but it was just hilarious how she said it. She's one of those children that really wants to sound mature all the time, but still loves being a kid and playing. I've noticed that a lot with the kids around that age. They are kind of stuck between wanting to be little and wanting to look cool and older.
I love the kids at my job. They have taught me a completely different culture than I'm used to and I love it. Most of our kids are Latino which in all honestly I wasn't really used to before I started this job. Before I worked this job I really hadn't had a lot of close contact with many Latinos. They have such a fun culture though. They are a lot more affectionate than any other kids I've ever worked with which is funny sometimes. I'm constantly having children hug me or holding my hand.
It's kind of fun experiencing different cultures. It's definitely opened my eyes to what other people are like and how they handle life.
From Today:
Sorry, I never finished the post from Wednesday so I thought I would tack it on to what I'm saying today!
I'm in a dilemma. Okay, it's not a dilemma to anybody but me, but still it's a big deal to me! The reason it's a big deal is because the universe is out of order and when that happens my brain doesn't stop till it fixes.
Along with my student teaching I have to do "work experience". It's 135 hours of a practicum/internship. Basically I get to test taste a career.
Well, for the LONGEST time (probably two years) I've been wanting to work for the Baby Watch program/early intervention.
I had this brilliant plan that they would hire me and I could work there for the next year while Jeff finishes his bachelor's (he'll be getting it next December). Only, the other day my supervising professor told me that it's supposed to be an UNpaid internship.
Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeek.
So now I don't know what to do. Due to logistics and other types of long explanations that I don't want to go into it's not really possible for me to get paid at the early intervention "job".
(unless they have a job opening.......which believe me, I've checked everyday for the past three months and there never is anything. Plus I've talked to the coordinators at Davis and Weber County and they both said no dice as far as openings come)
It's through the school districts and they don't do internships in the first place so if they did it would definitely have to be unpaid and it's only going to work out if they really like me....blah blah blah.
OR I COULD go to a good preschool and get a job (yes, paid job) there and count that as my "work experience". I could. But do I want to?
I mean, ultimately after my children are grown up and in school I want to do preschool out of my home............but that's what my student teaching is preparing me for. I really wanted to do the early intervention job because I wanted to, like I said, taste test if it would be something I'd want to do as a career.
Ok, so in the end this doesn't seem like a big deal to anybody, but me. And maybe I'm ridiculous, but I just hate not knowing how things are going to turn out.
If I got an internship with early intervention then it would be just that. An internship. Short term. So in a lot of ways a preschool job would be BETTER cause then I could keep it, like I said, for the year I need till Jeff graduates...........or beyond that.
The closer I get to graduation the more I realize how I want to work for awhile. Two years ago when Jeff and I got married I was BEYOND baby hungry and was planning out to have a baby like the month after I graduated, ha ha ha. But now that I'm so close I realize that I really actually want to do something with it? It meaning my degree? I don't know if that makes sense. In the end, I've gone to a university for 4 1/2 years, I want to do something with it. I'm not saying I want to give up motherhood for ten years, cause that's not even close to what's on my mind.
But A year....maybe.
I think about all of the things that I'm going to do as a stay-at-home mom and it makes me really excited.......but also a little nervous.
I think it's interesting being part of the generation where women are becoming incredibly independent and want careers more than ever before. I haven't really caught the career fever, because I will be staying home and raising my kids, but I still think I'll feel some guilt in not working. Whenever I ask Jeff if it's okay that I'm not going to work he always gets mad (okay, not truly mad) and says that all he's ever wanted was to be the provider and let his wife stay home.
Is it normal to still feel guilty though?
He did tell me that other night though that he thinks my job (being a stay-at-home mom) will be much harder than any job he'll ever do. That made me look at it in a different way which was good.
One thing that I always tell myself will be different once I'm a stay-at-home mom is I'll be able to cook more and be better at it. (Any stay-at-home mom that's reading this is shaking her head no like that's not true) I really want to try though. I know it's not realistic, but you have to realize............I go to school full-time and work........then when I'm not doing those things I'm writing papers or studying for tests. I have NO time. When I'm staying home.........even with a crying baby and all of the responsibilities I'll have...I find it hard to believe that I won't have at least a little bit more time than I do now.
Another thing I want to do is play my harp. Ugh.........I want to play so bad. It makes me sad a lot to look at it and not have time to play. That's one thing I really hope I'll have time for. Even after I graduate and am working, I hope that the lack of school will give me time for that.
Anyways, enough of those hopes and dreams. I think I'm just a worrier and think too much. My great-grandma was a worrier. My grandma was too. My mom is......and my sister and I are now.
It's genetic.
Or learned.
Nature Vs. Nurture.... don't even get me started on that.
Well, that research paper I wrote about on Wednesday? I'm about 66% done. Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaand the other 34% is about to commence as soon as I hit publish on this post.........
Sometimes you just don't feel like working on your research paper that's due next Monday. Tonight is one of those times. I seem to blog a lot when I don't want to do homework. Hmmm...oh well. :)
My research paper is on Asian Indian families (...........like people from India. If I said Indians everyone would think Native Americans :) ). It shouldn't be too hard once I actually do it. It's only eight pages and I've done all the research already. I just need to write it. Justification, right? Mmmmm hmmm.
I've always loved India for some reason. When I was younger people would ask me if I could go anywhere in the world where would it be and I would say India. Everyone else would say all the normal places like..........Italy or Ireland or China....but not me. It was always India. For some reason the third world thing fascinates me. I got a taste of that when I went to Indonesia, I suppose.
Today at work at the end of the day I was playing with a fourth grade girl and her kindergarten brother while we were waiting for their mom to pick them up. They wanted to play tag (what they really wanted was for me to chase them). As I was chasing them (aka running behind them close enough to scare them, but not actually getting them....I've become a pro at this) the fourth grade girl kind of stopped and said to me: "Amber, you're really good with children!" and then kept running.
It made me laugh so hard! Ha ha ha ha ha. It boosted my self esteem that a CHILD would say that to me, but it was just hilarious how she said it. She's one of those children that really wants to sound mature all the time, but still loves being a kid and playing. I've noticed that a lot with the kids around that age. They are kind of stuck between wanting to be little and wanting to look cool and older.
I love the kids at my job. They have taught me a completely different culture than I'm used to and I love it. Most of our kids are Latino which in all honestly I wasn't really used to before I started this job. Before I worked this job I really hadn't had a lot of close contact with many Latinos. They have such a fun culture though. They are a lot more affectionate than any other kids I've ever worked with which is funny sometimes. I'm constantly having children hug me or holding my hand.
It's kind of fun experiencing different cultures. It's definitely opened my eyes to what other people are like and how they handle life.
From Today:
Sorry, I never finished the post from Wednesday so I thought I would tack it on to what I'm saying today!
I'm in a dilemma. Okay, it's not a dilemma to anybody but me, but still it's a big deal to me! The reason it's a big deal is because the universe is out of order and when that happens my brain doesn't stop till it fixes.
Along with my student teaching I have to do "work experience". It's 135 hours of a practicum/internship. Basically I get to test taste a career.
Well, for the LONGEST time (probably two years) I've been wanting to work for the Baby Watch program/early intervention.
I had this brilliant plan that they would hire me and I could work there for the next year while Jeff finishes his bachelor's (he'll be getting it next December). Only, the other day my supervising professor told me that it's supposed to be an UNpaid internship.
Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeek.
So now I don't know what to do. Due to logistics and other types of long explanations that I don't want to go into it's not really possible for me to get paid at the early intervention "job".
(unless they have a job opening.......which believe me, I've checked everyday for the past three months and there never is anything. Plus I've talked to the coordinators at Davis and Weber County and they both said no dice as far as openings come)
It's through the school districts and they don't do internships in the first place so if they did it would definitely have to be unpaid and it's only going to work out if they really like me....blah blah blah.
OR I COULD go to a good preschool and get a job (yes, paid job) there and count that as my "work experience". I could. But do I want to?
I mean, ultimately after my children are grown up and in school I want to do preschool out of my home............but that's what my student teaching is preparing me for. I really wanted to do the early intervention job because I wanted to, like I said, taste test if it would be something I'd want to do as a career.
Ok, so in the end this doesn't seem like a big deal to anybody, but me. And maybe I'm ridiculous, but I just hate not knowing how things are going to turn out.
If I got an internship with early intervention then it would be just that. An internship. Short term. So in a lot of ways a preschool job would be BETTER cause then I could keep it, like I said, for the year I need till Jeff graduates...........or beyond that.
The closer I get to graduation the more I realize how I want to work for awhile. Two years ago when Jeff and I got married I was BEYOND baby hungry and was planning out to have a baby like the month after I graduated, ha ha ha. But now that I'm so close I realize that I really actually want to do something with it? It meaning my degree? I don't know if that makes sense. In the end, I've gone to a university for 4 1/2 years, I want to do something with it. I'm not saying I want to give up motherhood for ten years, cause that's not even close to what's on my mind.
But A year....maybe.
I think about all of the things that I'm going to do as a stay-at-home mom and it makes me really excited.......but also a little nervous.
I think it's interesting being part of the generation where women are becoming incredibly independent and want careers more than ever before. I haven't really caught the career fever, because I will be staying home and raising my kids, but I still think I'll feel some guilt in not working. Whenever I ask Jeff if it's okay that I'm not going to work he always gets mad (okay, not truly mad) and says that all he's ever wanted was to be the provider and let his wife stay home.
Is it normal to still feel guilty though?
He did tell me that other night though that he thinks my job (being a stay-at-home mom) will be much harder than any job he'll ever do. That made me look at it in a different way which was good.
One thing that I always tell myself will be different once I'm a stay-at-home mom is I'll be able to cook more and be better at it. (Any stay-at-home mom that's reading this is shaking her head no like that's not true) I really want to try though. I know it's not realistic, but you have to realize............I go to school full-time and work........then when I'm not doing those things I'm writing papers or studying for tests. I have NO time. When I'm staying home.........even with a crying baby and all of the responsibilities I'll have...I find it hard to believe that I won't have at least a little bit more time than I do now.
Another thing I want to do is play my harp. Ugh.........I want to play so bad. It makes me sad a lot to look at it and not have time to play. That's one thing I really hope I'll have time for. Even after I graduate and am working, I hope that the lack of school will give me time for that.
Anyways, enough of those hopes and dreams. I think I'm just a worrier and think too much. My great-grandma was a worrier. My grandma was too. My mom is......and my sister and I are now.
It's genetic.
Or learned.
Nature Vs. Nurture.... don't even get me started on that.
Well, that research paper I wrote about on Wednesday? I'm about 66% done. Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaand the other 34% is about to commence as soon as I hit publish on this post.........
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