Thank GOD for Fridays

It is Thursday night and I am so exhausted. I have no motivation and I have a stack of quizzes to grade, a lesson plan to write, and a week's worth of homework to organize for a student going on vacation. Ugh. I love teaching, but I honestly cannot wait until student teaching is over. Thank goodness tomorrow is Friday. A night with nothing that I have to do but sleep is in store for me tomorrow night!

Fridays are the best at school. There is just this feeling in the air that makes me happy. I get to wear jeans, eat popcorn, and look forward to a few days off. I guess the good thing about being constantly busy and exhausted is that it makes the time fly by. I am over halfway through this and it has flown by. Plus, spring break is in two weeks! Even though I have no plans, I am looking forward to sitting around for a week with no alarm clocks. 

Music to my Ears

What is it about some music that can just make a person perfectly happy, if only for a few minutes? 

Why can I hear Jason Mraz's "I'm Yours" a bazillion times and still feel a smile creeping over my face as I bob my head to the tune? I have so much to do tonight, my eyes are already heavy, and here I am blogging with a smile on my face, figuring that coffee and music will fix anything my night has in store for me. 

Oh yes, and of course, one of my recent top songs, although a little old, India Arie's "The Heart of the Matter" just came on. Ever since it was on all of those "Sex and the City: The Movie" trailers, it makes me think of those four New York girls who I continually hope to become...at least as far as friendships go. 

I'll cut this blog short since I have so much to do. For now, keep the music playin'. Ohhhh! "Piano Man" is on last...one of my all-time favorites! Gotta love itunes.

My sixth sense

I think I have a sixth sense when it comes to my friends and their relationships. This is not true for most of my friends, but I have been right about a few of them. The other day I was talking with one of my very best friends about her relationship with her boyfriend. When she first started dating him over a year ago, I told her that I thought he was the one, even though I had never met him. During our recent phone call, I told her that I thought he would propose soon. Random. Sure enough, two days later, he did it...he popped the big question and she called me 30 minutes later. She did not even have to say what actually happened...I could tell it in her tone and hidden excitement. I am so excited. They are one couple that I can really see being together forever. Congratulations, Dave and Julie!

...unfortunately, this sense does not apply to my own relationships. Oh well, what is life without a little unexpected excitement?

 I have been miserably sick all weekend. It started Saturday morning, the day of my ex's wedding. Connection? No, just a coincidence. I dodged a bullet there.

That's it for tonight. These meds are making my face tingle. Bonne soiree!

Math or History...that is the question.

Awkward title, I know. I discovered my love of history three and a half years ago. To be totally honest, I chose it as a minor because I didn't really like any of my other choices and I couldn't choose French as an education minor. I thought, Well, I would like to know more about it. I feel sorta dumb when people talk about history and I know very little. I signed up for the first half of American history with a professor I have come to call "my favorite." Her passion for history awoke in me a true yearning for learning it all, even stuff I did not think I would like. Since that first history class, I took as many classes as possible and even changed my minor into a major. After all, I thought I might just want to go to grad school for this stuff. Throughout my life, math has been my thing. To me, it is usually pretty easy. I like it and I think it is actually fun solving those multiple-page problems. I know, I must be crazy. History was more difficult for me. I did well in my classes, but I never felt that I knew as much as so many others. I do not consider myself a "history buff" at all. 

Enough about the history of my history career. Now I am student teaching and I discovered that I LOVE teaching history. I always worried that I would never know which subject to pick for grad school. While prepping for my history (well social studies for now) classes is definitely more work, it is oh so fun! I am constantly exhausted, but I find it fun to be in front of my history students. I am completely comfortable even though I know I do not know everything there is to know. Math, on the other hand, is not quite my cup of tea. I love the students, but I just feel frustrated trying to get them to understand the concepts. It is just not as fun. I know this is not interesting to anyone else, but history or math? has been plaguing me for over two years and I finally figured it out. No when I start looking into grad schools (apres Paris, bien sur), I know that math is out of the question. History all the way, baby!