Post 200

If you can believe it I have finally made it to two hundred posts on my original blog. I have had this blog for almost nine years. That is hard to believe and I have bounced all over the place with posts. I talked about politics, food, my wedding, and everything in between. It has been fun these last nine years. Things have changed and I have changed. I doubt I will ever be one of those famous bloggers but I think that someone might find what I say interesting or maybe relatable to their life. I now have four blogs total but one if for our family. Although by family I mean myself and my husband and he never contributes to the blog. I guess it is my job to keep the outside world in the know about the comings and goings of our two person one dog clan. With graduation for both of us on the horizon and maybe a normal everyday existence in the near future, I can honestly say that I have never been more excited to be normal. And with that I must go to bed for school start early in the morning.

Typos

After reading a message I sent to a friend. I decided typos would be the subject of my post tonight. In the age of autocorrect I have become a more studious reader of my posts, messages and texts. But some things still slip through. I wish there was a "grammar" correct or more like an "I skipped a word" correct. My brain moves faster than my hands can type. And some times I do not think my hands and brain are connected in anyway. I read old journal entries thinking how did I ever make it through school and now college. And when I started school there was no autocorrect or even typing your papers on computer, everything was handwritten. Yes, pen to paper. I remember darkening the lines on lined paper and writing on no line paper (it is now called copy/printer paper). And now almost everything is paperless. But even with all this progress you can still misspell or leave words out completely. So, here is those who have typos!

Forty-nine

Forty-nine, that is the number of days until I walk across the stage and receive my BA in Mathematics Education. Did I ever think this day would come? No, not really. I have started so many things in my life and not finished them. I have a scale that will tell you I have never completed a successful diet and a house full of things have never been "spring cleaned." So, it is with anxiety that I embark on the next phase of the my journey.  I will student teach in the Autumn (long story but it is for the best I think). And then hopefully I will get picked up mid-year and have my own classroom. I cannot wait to have my own white board and classroom. I know that sounds crazy but some days that is one of the coolest parts of my career. I think most of my anxiety is the trust that will be put in me to educate and raise up not only good students but good citizens. I know that I am not their parent but in some cases, I along with my fellow educators maybe the only adult the students see for more than an hour a day. Students in school six to seven hours a day not including extra-curricular activities. That is more than a fourth of the students' day begin spent with adults that are more than likely not their parents. That is a huge responsibility. Also, I have to be a good example not only for my students but for my fellow educators. Some may think that I am making myself more important than I am, but think back on your life. Who was the person that had the biggest impact on your life? I am guessing it is probably a parent, lack of a parent, or a teacher for better or worse. I want to be the teacher students remember not only because they learn math in my classroom. I want to them to remember that I cared about them as individuals and inspired them to be the best individual they can be. So, ready or not here I go!