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I just started to get my master’s degree.  Our district mandates that in order to get tenure (which happens after four years) you have to have six hours towards a graduate program.  I am currently in my third year of teaching which means that I had to get started ASAP.  The program that I started is for a reading specialist degree… It actually sounds like something that is going to be useful and relevant to my teaching.  I want to be able figure out why my freshmen are unable to or unwilling to actually read and get something out of it.  Simple directions are sometime near impossible for them. Sometimes I can’t figure out if they are reading but not comprehending or if they are just choosing not to read or a combination of both.  Anyways that is the reason why I started this program.  Tonight was the first class.  Essentially the program is set up so that we meet for four hours once a week.

I was fairly excited to start class in the weird first-day-of-school way.  Maybe I am the only one who got excited about the first day of school but you get to figure out who is in your class and what you are going to be learning about and how the class will be run…I dont know…I am weird.  Anyways I got out of school, ran to Panera for dinner (mmm Panera) and then I was just about to head to class when my right eye started to hurt.  I recently got soft contact lenses.  I have been wearing contacts since fifth grade but I have always had the gas permeable ones.  In March my eye doctor switched me over and I am still getting used to these floppy lenses that I have to peel off of my eye! (ICK!) So I decide to run to the washroom quickly to fix my eye…my contact lens came out in two pieces…I had ten minutes until my first class and here I am trying to find the second piece of soft plastic in my eye.  Once I got that part out I quickly realized that I am quite blind and that wearing only one lens is obnoxious.  My prescription is about -6 in my right eye which means that I have very poor sight.  This also means that I spent a majority of my first class with one eye closed looking like a freak and losing depth perception.  Driving home at night with one eye was pretty fun too.

Note to self:  Two eyes are better than one!

People also probably thought I was nuts because we were playing a get to know you game and I told my partner that I was climbing Mt Kenya.  People got to see my crazy personality as I tried to explain that I was a little freaked out about it but excited.  Then my professor started talking about how she had almost climbed Kili but heard about people have troubles with the altitude…yeah I got the class off topic in the first class period…without even trying.  I am just that good.

Changing topics and getting back to trip preparations…

Tomorrow I need to get back to the stairmonster.

In the worldo yoga…We had a new yoga instructor last night and it was pretty different.  Our instructor that I started with was very calm and we would hold poses and she was gentle.  The new girl is much peppier (huh apparently that is a word…who knew) and everything moved at a faster pace.  I can’t decide if I liked it or not.  I really liked how relaxed I felt by the end of the old class but this one seemed more empowering if that makes any sense.  We did not do as much with the abs which made me sad and I feel like my shoulders were worked more…It will be interesting to see how it progresses.  I had only had the first girl for about 4 or 5 weeks and I was already used to and liked her routines…it is amazing how quickly we get used to certain pattern and how unwilling we are to stray from that.

Alright that is as deep as I get tonight.  :) Sweet dreams to all!

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