my blogs' cherry has now officially been popped with its first ever guest blogger! my little blog was all nervous and awkward about having her cherry popped not knowing if she was going to be any good. but they she realized that her master was alexa and her cherry was popped a loooooooooooong time ago and she's had lots of practice so there is nothing to worry about.
so, may i present you with the 20 something bloggers great blog swap! the following post is from angela noelle who writes the blog tomorrow is another day.
also, be sure to go check out my post about my deathly fear of all things bird. ew. they are the rats of the sky i tell you. i know you want to read about how i was TRAPPED in my apartment yesterday! not cool bird, not cool.
Hello, Cleveland's A Plum readers! I'm Angela--also known as Wickedly Scarlett around these here internet parts--from Tomorrow is Another Day, and I've had the pleasure of being paired with Alexa for the Twenty Something Bloggers Great Blog Swap. So, I'm posting here, and Alexa is posting there--it's just like Freaky Friday! Only hopefully without the washing machine malfunction. And the actual body swapping.
Anyway, I'm sitting here on this lovely Sunday evening, enjoying the sunshine that Seattle has finally decided to grace its residents with, watching season one of Mad Men, eating my fifth cupcake of the day and trying as hard as possible to not think about the fact that tomorrow is my first day of school in five years.
If you had told me just three months ago that I would even be contemplating going back to school in the near future, I would have laughed in your face. Rude, but true. In fact, my husband has been batting around the idea of grad school for the past couple of years, and every time he brings it up I have stated with all seriousness that I would never go back to icky old school. School means tests, papers, tons of fairly uninteresting reading, and worst of all group work. Shudder.
But something happened a little over two months ago. It was on the train from Naples to Rome when my turned to my husband and said hesitantly, "You know, I've been thinking of going back to school to become a teacher." When the world did not cease to spin on its axis, I didn't sprout a second head, and Colby didn't pass out in a dead faint or laugh uproariously, I realized that for the first time in the past two years, when I had brought up a possible career field that I might have a glimmer of interest in, I actually meant it.
As soon as we got home I started doing some research--leaning heavily on the blogosphere of course, because I am incapable of making decisions without the input of my readers--and found a school that fit all of my criteria--chiefly that I could get this school larnin' done as quickly as possible and preferably while wearing pajamas. A few weeks ago, I was notified of my acceptance into an elementary education masters with certification program, and that brings us back to today, as I sit on my couch, my stomach in knots while I stress out over the fact that my third and last textbook still hasn't arrived.
The beauty of this first day of school is that all of my classes are online, so tomorrow morning I can wake up, run some errands, pick up a friend at the airport, visit the Space Needle, go out to dinner and then just come home and log in to my class site before midnight. I can tell you right now, that schedule trumps every single semester of my undergraduate degree when I would sweat and slave over every course time slot to ensure optimum sleeping in arrangements. So, as you're reading this on Monday, I'm probably scanning the syllabus, paging through a textbook, trying not to cry when I see the phrase "compare and contrast", or you know, eating some clam chowder. So wish me luck, and please, don't feel the need to share your best elementary teacher torture stories, I'm still residing firmly in the land of denial in that regard!