i got observed for the last time. it was supposed to be informal, but she stayed allllll day and wrote it up and everything. liar. and of course, the weather was crazy, and i'm still feeling the effects of the night before last, so not only were the kids going berzerk...

i wasn't able to post this on the 17th, but thanks to 'post options,' it looks like i did. tricked ya. anyway, the reason i wasn't able to post this on the 17th... the 17th was a crazy day. the port(folio) was due. so, being the intellegent person that i am, i stayed...

so, a week from today, i graduate from college. woah. (and i'm sure that comment is being echoed all throughout taylor as each member of the graduating class of 2004 comes to this realization, so i know i'm being very unoriginal). but still! student teaching is going...

so, inbetween the time when i set up this account and now, blogger decided, 'hey, we're missing a crucial part of the blogging experience - the comments!' so they changed EVERYTHING to be more user friendly, and added comments as an option. they also come up with...

PARTY AT MY HOUSE, I HAD A GOOD DAY!!! i had my first good observation today. she said my shirt was too short. MY SHIRT WAS TOO SHORT! that was the best critisism she's given me thus far. and i have jamie larson to thank. she came over last night (she's kindergarten...

this blog is dedicated to noah zapf who ran the indy mini marathon in 1 hr 50 minutes even with an inflamed tendon in his foot. noah, you're awesome. i hope you got a t-shirt for all your efforts. if you didn't, i'magonna make you one. no, that was not a typo, that...

man, i've vented to so many people about student teaching that i really have neglected this theraputic outlet for lack of need. therapeutic? therapuetic? that word's messing me up. it's got a vowel diphthong sound to it, but i can't figure out two vowels that look...

Here's another addition to the famous people list: I've also met Steve Green's driver. I got them a room when technically there weren't any rooms to give. Whoa, I'm using capitol letters.. this is freaking me out. I'm too distracted by my newly-discovered grammatical...

so mr. sean kanan calls down (five times already) and says he wants pizza. well, it's 11pm in the middle of nowhere.. the two places that deliver here quit at 10. we tell him that, and his response is basically, "but i'm famous!" even the bold and the beautiful can't...

but i was back here writing this instead. sean kanan is in town on the america's next top model search. yeah, that's right. he's looking for hot hicks, to borrow a term from melissa. and he's staying in my hotel. but i was being a lazy bum. if only i had been a good...