*Shing* Sparkle sparkle

Things are going really well since I've been back to school. This is weird. I'm not sure what to do.

For one of our big assignments in my high school education class, we had to create a climate plan for our classroom. Basically, it lays out what we will do as teachers to create a positive learning environment where students can feel comfortable and really succeed. It was a huge assignment, 20 pages of my own and other handouts/articles. w is a tough grader, he says so himself, but somehow I managed a 94.5% on it. There are only a few things that I need to revise and they're more a need to extend thinking a bit.

Another huge assignment for (guess who) w was in the honors class. Our assignment was to write a paper about some aspect of poverty beyond the economic. I wrote about redemption and how people in poverty experience redemptive sequences in order to grow. I got an A on it, which I feel is pretty unheard of. We talked about it today and he kept saying "this is good, this is good." Ha.

Thought I missed the deadline for budget hearings, but they're having two more dates next week. Whew. I already screwed up the budget once, don't need to do it again.

Scheduling for next year is once again a hot mess. Spanish is being offered in the summer, praise god, but astronomy (which we were banking on to get a science and math out of the way) is for whatever reason not offered in the fall. I think I'm going to end up taking three classes over the summer - spanish, a physics of some sort and an art. Oh, and community service which I am totally doing with Promise. So that leaves a gym class and all the other stuff for my major. But I think that's the last of my gen eds, FINALLY. God I wanna get out of here!!

March fifteenth. Besides bewaring the ides of March, it is the anniversary of my grandfather's death. Eight years ago. I can't believe it's been that long... I wish he could see where I am now. I miss him terribly. I can still remember exactly when and where I was when my dad answered the phone. 4:21 on a saturday afternoon. But I don't want to dwell on it. I'm just sad my niece won't know him.

Seeing as how my spring break was busy in ways not related to school, I didn't get a lot of time to practice trumpet. I was kinda worried about my lesson, but I get an email at 8 on Sunday from Bryan asking if we can reschedule my lesson at 2... well too bad I have a class at that time so I couldn't do it. Free no lesson day.

Cha-ching.

Thirty-five days of classes left.