Okay...so I could either acknowledge the fact that I've been about as consistent as a 4- year toddler with undiagnosed ADHD or I could just skip all the apologizing that bloggers tend to do in these types of situations and continue like my 5 month hiatus didn't happen.
Yeah...I'm thinking the second one.
So I should just start by saying that for the last few months I've been actually working (okay well not...WORKING) but I've been busy. With school. Serious school. Like the kind of school that merits sleeping until noon on your days off and drinking heavily in the evenings just make the pain go away.
Alright, I'm exaggerating.
Now I have been going to school for 4 months (and those extra 2 years but whose counting?). And I'm going to school to be a teacher. Wow, your thinking, that must be rewarding in all kinds of ways and not even in the pedophile way! Well you'd be right, except about the pedophile part. Because in fact this course...well I shouldn't even say it online (Pedophiles dream).
But with all awesome things...comes the really weird things. (that isn't how the saying goes?) Now, many parents make jokes about their university/ college students learning. You know "haha what are you actually learning there anyways? The art of drinking beer? hahaha" and laugh like they are so funny and you've never heard that one before even though you became a depression fueled binge drinking alcoholic at one point in second year and all your friends got together for an intervention and some wise-ass said the exact same thing and it still re-opens that once painful and cruel...
But I digress. Now when my parents say such a thing to me I respond with the quick witted remark of "Now, how could I spend all that time drinking when I'm at home practicing my recorder for the playing test next week?" At this point, I pull out the recorder just as extra proof.
Now, you may be wondering. This seems pretty elaborate just to get your parents off of your back about all the money you've spent on drinking. But it isn't a scheme. In fact I responded truthfully. I am re-learning how to play that once infamous wind instrument we all suffered though in grade. 4.
Justin Bieber on Recorder
Now before you go signing up to become an elementary teacher, you should know it isn't all wind instruments and hot air. You also have to be built like a god. Yeah, we take regular gym classes and also compete in high level super scooper tournaments. So, if you aren't prepared for that kind of physical activity then teaching isn't for you. We also have to be able to sing, sculpt, act in dramatic games and on the occasion write a thoughtful journal entry about how that class made us felt.
Oh and sometimes we actually make lesson plans and write one paper a semester.
Now your thinking, but...how? Well as I once said "it takes one to know one". (and by that I mean kids. It takes one kid to know another kid. Not in the biblical sense.)
Lesson: Sometimes shit does NOT get real in your third year of university.
Yeah...I'm thinking the second one.
So I should just start by saying that for the last few months I've been actually working (okay well not...WORKING) but I've been busy. With school. Serious school. Like the kind of school that merits sleeping until noon on your days off and drinking heavily in the evenings just make the pain go away.
Alright, I'm exaggerating.
Now I have been going to school for 4 months (and those extra 2 years but whose counting?). And I'm going to school to be a teacher. Wow, your thinking, that must be rewarding in all kinds of ways and not even in the pedophile way! Well you'd be right, except about the pedophile part. Because in fact this course...well I shouldn't even say it online (Pedophiles dream).
But with all awesome things...comes the really weird things. (that isn't how the saying goes?) Now, many parents make jokes about their university/ college students learning. You know "haha what are you actually learning there anyways? The art of drinking beer? hahaha" and laugh like they are so funny and you've never heard that one before even though you became a depression fueled binge drinking alcoholic at one point in second year and all your friends got together for an intervention and some wise-ass said the exact same thing and it still re-opens that once painful and cruel...
But I digress. Now when my parents say such a thing to me I respond with the quick witted remark of "Now, how could I spend all that time drinking when I'm at home practicing my recorder for the playing test next week?" At this point, I pull out the recorder just as extra proof.
Now, you may be wondering. This seems pretty elaborate just to get your parents off of your back about all the money you've spent on drinking. But it isn't a scheme. In fact I responded truthfully. I am re-learning how to play that once infamous wind instrument we all suffered though in grade. 4.
Justin Bieber on Recorder
Now before you go signing up to become an elementary teacher, you should know it isn't all wind instruments and hot air. You also have to be built like a god. Yeah, we take regular gym classes and also compete in high level super scooper tournaments. So, if you aren't prepared for that kind of physical activity then teaching isn't for you. We also have to be able to sing, sculpt, act in dramatic games and on the occasion write a thoughtful journal entry about how that class made us felt.
Oh and sometimes we actually make lesson plans and write one paper a semester.
Now your thinking, but...how? Well as I once said "it takes one to know one". (and by that I mean kids. It takes one kid to know another kid. Not in the biblical sense.)
Lesson: Sometimes shit does NOT get real in your third year of university.
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