Two weeks left until my summer semester wraps, and so far, I’ve only gotten one grade back from my cataloging class. I suppose the other four are floating around the 813s somewhere, classified as “mysteries.”
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I’m digging this inforgraph by Seth Allen, and its’ accompanying TED Talk! Check them out HERE:
“The bottom 3 levels of Bloom’s Taxonomy can be covered in pre-recorded lectures, while upper level activities (evaluation, synthesis, and evaluation) should be covered through in-class activities.”
My Morning Jacket
Today I finalized the the details of my first field observation slated to begin this Friday. My semester concluded last Thursday, and I’m happy to report that I aced both of my classes.
But I realized something even better- I aced life simultaneously!
I have been so busy juggling ALL THE THINGS:
- One 8 year old, participating in 2 extracurricular activities.
- 2 jobs
- 2 classes
- Time with my family
- And the wonderful ladies who keep me sane throughout it all.
That I never stopped to realize how amazing I am at juggling, and how proud I should be of the things I’ve managed to accomplish and cultivate since January. I can be a bit of an overachiever sometimes, and that usually results in me being way harder on myself than I deserve. Fortunately, I’m surrounded by people who are more than happy to tell me how awesome I am. And who doesn’t need to hear that every now and again?!
My son has no complaints. My bosses have no complaints. I’m currently holding a 4.0 GPA. I feel like Wonder Woman right now!
I guess what I’m getting at is that I’m proud of myself, and I couldn’t be happier with my place in life (even though it may not always seem that way).
Now if you’ll excuse me, I have a date with The Dharma Bums and some Netflix binging! 😀
You know, in case of an emergency…
With only three classes left in this semester, it’s become very apparent on campus that stress levels are up and sleep is down. Coffee is flowing endlessly, and the smell of exhaustion hangs thick in the air. Personally, I’m crawling towards the finish line, when I’d rather be crawling into my blanket cave and sobbing hysterically. But alas, I am far too invested in my education to succumb to such trivialities. So instead, I pull myself together, put on some polka dot tights, and head into school to finish prepping for one of my final presentations.
While standing in line for my second coffee refill, the giant cafe window caught my eye. Over 100 envelops were hanging from it, and in front of it all was a poster. Clutching my coffee close I wandered over to investigate further.
I couldn’t help but smiling as I gingerly plucked an envelope from its string and plopped down in the sunshine to read my words of encouragement. It has been a particularly rough week of scrambling to finish assignments and attend meetings, all the while keeping up with my work and family obligations. So, I couldn’t have stumbled upon this display at a better time. As I tore open my envelope and began reading, I knew I had chosen the letter intended for me.
I wanted to hug the beautiful person who told me exactly what I needed to hear. Amazing how something so simple as a letter can change your entire perspective. I was so touched that I immediately shared my experience with some of my friends, who are also fighting the good fight that is adulthood. They, too, appreciated the concept! Some even plan to adopt a similar idea. The world needs more anonymous love letters. I certainly plan to pay it forward. I implore you do the same!